As far as I'm concerned, what consenting adults do behind closed doors is their own business (short of one killing the other). But when they start trying to force their ways on me and mine, I draw the line.
I was recently in Manhattan and I was surprised how hard it was to find ANYTHING decent there. My wife and I went for corn beef sandwiches at the Stage Delicatessen and cheese cake at Lindy's. I thought they were both second rate.
Ditto, me too. In the Montrose (gay) section of Houston, I was coming out of my favorite Mexician cafe, when a dyke walked into me on purpose. I imagine she is still wondering how she came to be on her butt so quick. Strange thing was I was with a black conservative gay guy wearing a white suit with a pink striped shirt, a mink coat and walking stick, which he stuck between her legs as I pushed her.