Reality gets in the way of life; I was brought up in a staunch Catholic family, and attended parochial school; there was no one in my home life (parents or relatives) to dare turn to, let alone bring it up with some nun who didn't think kids should even use a bathroom on request - this is not a rare situation. For some reason, the LGBT among us have been an easy target - most of the time the subject is brought up when it has no bearing on anything except as a way to spew hate and negativity. I was reading a post in reply to a news story just a few minutes ago and read this:
What good does ragging on a group of people who have nothing to do with the issue do? Unsolicited vilification of a basically harmless (but easily defined) group does nothing but harm all involved. As a child, I remember similar rhetoric concerning "cripples" that needed special treatment like ramps over stairs, special prking, and bathrooms with grab rails and enough room for wheelchairs; same with "retards" or the poor - sometimes people are unbelievably cruel and hurtful for no reason, thinking they are just 'going with the majority,' and expressing what everybody else thinks anyway. Yea, why should these people deserve any more than the fully functional receive.
Even standing up for a marginalized group or person has repercussions; when I was 15, a bully was picking on a somewhat less than 'masculine' neighbor boy who was a good person and a friend of mine, calling him Fag, Girly Boy, and pushing him around. He was bigger and stronger than either of us, but my dad's rule we always "if the kid you are fighting is bigger than you, have at it." Well, I did, and all the motivation I needed was thinking about all the negativity and hate my life was filled with, and that rage made the fight in the dog stronger than the dog in the fight. Well, I jumped on the Kid (much to his surprise), and unleashed the monster society's distain for those who are different created. It was at that point I gave up violence - I got the best of him, had him by the hair, and knocked him unconscious beating his head on the sidewalk. My friend grabbed my arm and told me to stop before I killed him, even though I would have imagined he should be cheering me on; and that was the point I realized I would have killed him if I kept going. I'll never forget that moment.
Yea, things have changed - for thee and not me. Teaching kids about life (all of it, good or bad) is giving them a solid base to work from for the rest of their lives regardless of personal persuasions; knocking them back and making them the 'problem' by playing hush-hush and treating them like subordinates does not a good and wholesome person make.