They were nice, they were gentlemen, they dressed well, bought her whatever she wanted, and she didn't have to worry about them putting the moves on her.
My mother told me she wasn’t even aware of the existence of “homosexuality” until she was well into her twenties. Ditto my grandfather.
I think I was about 12 years old. And it took me another year before I really even believed it! The thought of two dudes was just too unconceivably gross to fully register as a reality.
>>>My mom was a teenager in the ‘40s, and she said gay guys made the best dates,
A British study made a similar observation:
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/1559749/Girly-men-are-perfect-partners-say-women.html
My mom joined up in WWII and was assigned to work with the film and photography part of the War Dept in Washington DC - where she met some of the Hollywood crowd, she discovered lesbians and homosexual men because of that. She didn’t want to say which actors/actresses she found out were queer so I don’t have any dirt to dish. Back then it was - “the love that dare not speak its name” - but then there was Kinsey and all that. My experience was earlier - in kindergarten (1965) there was a boy named of all improbable things David Blossom, who had a girlish lisp and tailored suits that he wore and pale blue sweaters and back then when a kid had a birthday they were allowed to pick what game to play. He wanted to play duck duck goose, but added “instead of a goose I want to you to turn into a fairy.” He then pulled a tinkertoy “fairy wand” out of a paper sack and crooned “I’m first!” and began to flit and mince around. Needless to say none of us boys would budge if we were tapped on the shoulder. Not one. We simply refused to participate. I didn’t meet anybody else who was openly gay until high school in the mid seventies. Now you can’t get away from them. From “the love that dare not speak its name” to “the love that won’t shut the hell up.”
real saxophonist: “They were nice, they were gentlemen, they dressed well, bought her whatever she wanted, and she didn’t have to worry about them putting the moves on her.”
Your mom is certainly entitled to her opinion, but it’s possible for heterosexuals to act as nice gentlemen. I’m a happily married Christian, but if I was single, I wouldn’t put the moves on my date. That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t be sexually attracted to her of course. It just means I want to live a life that is pleasing to my Lord. I can’t possibly be the only man like this. In fact, I know many of my fellow Christians (and even unbelievers!) who want to be better than animals driven by base instinct.