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Related: Editorials & Other Articles, Issue Forums, Alliance Forums, Region ForumsLooking for older, experienced, white male who witnessed gays destroying marriage.
http://thinkprogress.org/lgbt/2013/04/01/1803301/kristol-marriage-equality/Young people obviously don't know what they are talking about when they don't mind gays being gay and influencing other people and stuff.
So, my question is:
Why won't some older person with a rich fund of memories and life-time experience step forward?
Share with us your first-hand-accounts how a gay couple raised their children in a bad way.
Deliver unto us the sad stories how the marriage of a homosexual couple devalued marriage to a point where a heterosexual couple you know got divorced.
Please share with us what you have seen.
Live and Learn
(12,769 posts)posting your question on the unmentionable site but here is a kick anyway. I am sure most of us here get your point.
Mira
(22,378 posts)My first thought, as I was smiling broadly, was: Why is this not a mandatory LTE in all newspapers?
In_The_Wind
(72,300 posts)LWolf
(46,179 posts)I have no memories, no experience, with gay marriage. Probably because it didn't exist, at least, not where the world could see it, when I was growing up.
I have other memories to share, though.
I was fortunate to have been raised by a mother who loves people, and who did not, and does not, judge others. Growing up, it was just the two of us; no father, aunts, uncles, or siblings. She did have a wide, rich circle of friends, who were "family" to us. There were numerous gay men in that mix, and one woman. That woman was her good friend. She knew she wouldn't ever have children of her own, so she was my "aunt." She showed up for birthdays and special occasions, she took me for the weekend every month, we went on special outings that my mom didn't always have the time or money for. She was an artist. A beautiful, creative, sensitive person. She would have been an incredible mother; as her "substitute" kid, I know this. I remember her with love, and still, with pain.
Why? Because, on new years eve the year I became a teenager, she committed suicide. She couldn't pretend any more. She couldn't hide in the closet, she wasn't going to be accepted in the outer world for who she was. The world, and I, lost someone special that day.
I grew up straight; that's what I am. My mother's gay friends did not molest me, did not try to convert me, and treated me quite well. I grew up, consequently, without that suspicion, disdain, or fear of sexual differences.
I grew up in a culture of sexism. It was the straight men who, 2 of them, tried to molest me as a young girl. It was the straight men who taught me all about sexual harassment. As an adult, I found that I was able to identify "gay" and "straight" in men by whether or not I felt safe and respected with them. I found some great friends.
I'm an older person with a rich fund of memories and life-time experience with gay people. None of it kept me from 2 straight marriages, 2 great, and now grown, kids of my own, or anything else I wanted to accomplish with my life.