I have known quite a few homosexuals in my life, having worked with some, and just having known others as friends. Homosexuality itself is not something I support per se, but they're the ones who are going to have to stand before the Throne and answer for their activities, not me.
Through this association, I have acquired what is colloquially known as a "gaydar"....that is, for those who don't know the term, I can often identify gays and lesbians, having just met them and with no other knowledge of them. This comes, I think, from being in close contact with them day after day; you pick up on mannerisms and speech patterns, which worm their way into your unconscious and become recognizable.
My gaydar is not so well refined as in others, however...effeminate men often throw me off, as do butch females.
Having said all this, let me get to my point: gays piss me off.
Unlike heterosexuals, they always seem to want to rub your nose in their gaiety....the ones I've worked with had a nasty habit of coming in in the morning and relating, in minute detail, the sexual encounters they had the night before.
One guy I knew, who I'll call "Mike", was a raging queen who used to love to relate to us, especially me, all the gooey details of what he and his butt-buddies did to each other (I was one of the lucky ones that he first came out to, by the way).
He knew it bugged me, and that's why he did it, just to be a jerk. After asking him, on several occasions, to knock it off, one morning when he began to tell his tales, I simply turned to him and said "Mike----when I fuck my wife, do I come in here and tell you which way I was facing when I did it?" He said no. I said "Okay, then..." and let it drop. He stopped.....for a while.
He told me once that he didn't mind telling me all this stuff because he could see that I was "secure enough in my own sexuality" that he could talk to me. That was bullshit....he was an okay guy overall, but he took a certain sadistic glee in doing this shit that he knew annoyed me.
He also had a bad habit of coming up and rubbing his...er....pelvic region on me whenever I bent over. It was a joke, and I took it as such, as often as I could. One time I wasn't in the mood, however, and he was the type that didn't know when to quit. This particular day it earned him a punch in the gut. That might make me a gaybasher in some eyes here, but I had witnesses as to why I did it.
"Mike" always had friends visiting him at work, and they would often spend time relating their whore-stories to each other, so though I'm concentrating on Mike here, this is a habit I've noted in other gays, too. Mike is simply the one I've had the most to bitch about.
The lesbians I've known were just as bad; one, who I'll call "Becky", another coworker, was a rather large woman, very manish, and was a bouncer at a gay bar in the evenings. Becky once told the tale of a chance encounter she'd had with a leather-clad biker dyke in the restroom there. Again, in minute detail (somehow, though, I didn't seem to mind about the lesbian stories...Hmmm...). She would try to shock us with her tales, but after working with a fairy princess like Mike for so long, we were pretty hardened veterans.
Only one lesbian I knew didn't tell her tales; after a while, she drew away from that lifestyle and gotr married to a man. She wasn't a lesbian after all, but just "confused", as she put it.
Anyway.....that's mainly why gays piss me off. They're here and they're queer, and we have to deal with it.
Fine.....I just don't need to hear about it. Keep it to yourselves, like we do.