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.
One of my teenage friends had a homosexual dad who had the “parties” and everything else that often goes with that lifestyle. He had divorced my friend’s mom, and he had at least partial custody of my friend (I don’t remember all the details).
Other teenagers ostracized my friend, but he was a good kid who didn’t deserve that. He had the normal heterosexual interests of a teenage boy as I recall, but I remember we never went to his house to play. I think I only met his father once.
My point? People should be treated well regardless. We’ve all sinned and fallen short of the glory of God. That doesn’t mean we should let apostates like Vicky Gene Robinson into our churches (much less lead them!), but we should treat sinners kindly. I don’t think homosexuals should be singled out for special condemnation. God wants them to repent and be saved, too!