For the record, as I have already stated my brother is homosexual, other than our father, I was the last one in the family he told. He didn’t even tell me until I finally just asked him outright. I asked him why he took so long (other family members knew years prior) and he said it was because I am a political conservative (formerly extremely active) and military disciplined. I looked at him and asked, “Aren’t you conservative and military disciplined, too?” I was also a youth minister and he felt, likely as a result of all of his friends, I would disown him. I looked him in his eyes and said, “You know my views and they will not change, but you are family. I am not going to disown you because of this. Of course, there will be basic rules for when you are around my kids, but you are a big boy and must live with the choices you make.”
We never have had a problem because of him being homosexual. In fact, he thinks most of the rhetoric being spewed from the propaganda machines is stupid. You see, he thinks for himself. He is not supportive of homosexual marriage, civil unions yes. He sees what is going on and he is disgusted. He ended a very long relationship because his partner couldn’t keep his zipper up and coincidentally, according to him, very few can. He gets tired of being asked for a romp in the sack on a first meeting and the list goes on, so I know just how snug the stereotypes actually do fit. In large, this community is extremely shallow. I get most of my questions answered from him and other friends I have.
Childish antics, circular argumentation and stupid accusations being tossed around only make the ones posting them look foolish, not the ones they hurl the insults at, them. I don’t suggest you step back and look at the big picture. I suggest you put the car in reverse and back up several miles before you look at the big picture. Seeing what is directly in front of you and nothing more is a dangerous way to live.
Oh, and my brother was a Scout. I got to attend with him, but I never joined. We were poor and couldn’t afford it, so they let me hang with my big bro. I remember the race cars well. And green carpet.