#gayprideday Yesterday afternoon, I went to Table Wine Company. There was a well-attended event honoring Gay Pride. I had a wonderful time. I bought some nice wine and beer. My mind went back to 1968-1969 when I was a young college student in Houston. In those days, gay relationships between two people were a criminal offense. A gay person could not serve in the military or get a security clearance. It was a dark time that only changed after decades of protest and political lobbying. All those years ago, my first wife and I had a special friend. His name was Larry Waldstrasse. He had graduated from MIT. He was a NASA engineer at the Manned Spacecraft Center. He also owned a small apartment building on Waugh Drive in Houston. It was located in an area known to be favored by gay people. Larry normally rented apartments to gay people. He said that they were model tenants and never wanted any sort of problems from the authorities. We moved into an apartment in Larry's apartment building. We were the only heterosexual couple in the building. We lived in a beautiful apartment that was rented for $90 US per month. My first wife could walk to her job at Southwestern Bell Telephone. We were very close to our most beloved Mexican restaurant. My father would come to visit us regularly. He was aware of who our neighbors were. He had no problem with it. I have only wonderful memories of that time in my life, our friendship with Larry, and our neighbors.
Gayness is not normal in men. Shouldn't be promoted. Guess who gay men rely on, another man. Lesbians can sometimes make it work, but even then, they have to rely on a man at some point to survive. This is nature and is inarguable. We are animals. Just because we have language that can be manipulated doesn't make it right.
A gay squirrel is going to die. It won't procreate to help keep their population at a healthy level and squirrels would eventually die off if enough were gay. Not the best example, but every living thing was designed to fuck the other sex and make babies to survive as a species. Basic science. Can't do that if you're blowing your wad in the shit hole.
I don't have a religious bone in my body, though I respect people that believe in what they believe in as long as they're not pushing it on me. Mine is a science take though I tend to agree with the religious people on gayness. I'd love to have a threesome with two chicks, but 9 out of 10 times those chicks that would be into that are straight. A true lesbian has no feelings for a man. Nature eventually natures.
We could be lynching gays in 30 years and it's normal (not suggesting this). We had the ability to destroy 2 cities in Japan and did it. Humans are fucked up. Nothing is out of the realm of possibilities.
I really don't have anything against Gay people. The Hot Terd they kicked on a very steamy hot day, is the fact, that a Sane sensible Heterosexual Person/s can't have as much of a strong feeling against Gay people that Democrats are blindly allowed to have over a Trump supporter. The fact that we had people who were getting assailed for wearing a MAGA hat, and the Law Enforcement's take on it was "Well you provoked them, so it's your fault" even when people were snuck up from behind and shot point blank in the head for it. The Police and Media's stance on it, was still, "Well he had it coming for provoking ANTIFA and BLM with a MAGA hat!"
We have hate crime laws in this country, but now we understand, they aren't hate laws. They are edicts to protect one class while suppressing the rights of another class. A Liberal can use a racial epitaph while blasting someone away, and there will never be a hate crime charge.
When my rights are infringed to bolster special rights that are used against me, and to hold my family back and down. That's when they lost me.
Keep you faggy thoughts and deviant shit to yourself. I no longer am interested in entertaining the idea that it is rational sensible behavior that should be promoted by anyone for any reason.
I wont ponder what you do in the privacy of your own space. But don't dare to come out and promote it and thrust it onto others.
If you go back and read all of my posts from the beginning of Patnet. You'll find my sentiments are always a bellwether for political sentiment.
The worm is going to turn hard and fast, if I were gay, I would be taking a serious look at getting those thrusting themselves on humanity as the Gay movement spokes person. For they are doing a huge disservice. Society will go from not giving a shit to who Frank pegs in the asshole, to throwing them off a sky scrapper for it.
All it takes is people reaching their limit of Political agitation.
Political agitation = Dedicating a whole month to grooming your children in elementary school to get soddomized and not snitch the Liberal out for it.
You had dealings with a nice person. There are shitty gay people and there are nice gay people, just like in every aspect of society. The fact that you feel the need to post this is part of the problem. NO ONE CARES that he was gay. Do you want his epitaph to read, he was a good gay person, or simply, he was a good man?
My mind went back to 1968-1969 when I was a young college student in Houston. In those days, gay relationships between two people were a criminal offense. A gay person could not serve in the military or get a security clearance. It was a dark time that only changed after decades of protest and political lobbying.
All those years ago, my first wife and I had a special friend. His name was Larry Waldstrasse. He had graduated from MIT. He was a NASA engineer at the Manned Spacecraft Center. He also owned a small apartment building on Waugh Drive in Houston. It was located in an area known to be favored by gay people.
Larry normally rented apartments to gay people. He said that they were model tenants and never wanted any sort of problems from the authorities. We moved into an apartment in Larry's apartment building. We were the only heterosexual couple in the building. We lived in a beautiful apartment that was rented for $90 US per month. My first wife could walk to her job at Southwestern Bell Telephone. We were very close to our most beloved Mexican restaurant. My father would come to visit us regularly. He was aware of who our neighbors were. He had no problem with it.
I have only wonderful memories of that time in my life, our friendship with Larry, and our neighbors.