I could never understand why the sight of boys kissing puts fright into so many. I remember the first time I saw two teen lads kissing. I was 16, and wandering around Central Park.
There was a gleefully confused Anti-War gathering/Be-In going on. Mind you I wasn't a full fledged Hippie at the time. I couldn't afford the costumes, drugs, communes or upper middle class background that supported all that.
Class resentments aside.
I drifted onto the Sheep Meadow, and saw several high school boys laying on the grass kissing. I tried to be hip, and pretend this was no big deal. After all this was 1966!
Gimme a break! That sort of thing can 'still' get you bashed or worse. Still the sight of it made my heart flutter. There they were peacefully embracing in Manhattan's green oasis.
In the shadow of urban mayhem Mother Nature's embarrassing step children were at play in the fields of the Lord.
My passionate desire was to be able to do the same with my high school heart throb,..."X".
Nice that, "X", sort of what a sweet 19th century Vermont lady would call a lover in the novel she was secretly writing.
Btw I once wrote an "R" rated story about that fumbling, and intermittent affair. One day before I kick the bucket I mean to make a little video about it. I plan to use dolls, and puppets.
Anyhow seeing happy perverts going at it is where so much of the murderous rage of the bashers, and haters comes from.
The sight or even the thought that this is going on fills them with killing rage, and for some secret desire. Life love desire hate rage quite a stew.
I think this is at the core of what makes bullies drive Queer youngsters to their deaths This is the engine that drives the wicked, and cruel to do their evil work.
Just the thought of such a simple tender scene drives these wounded angry souls to madness.
Fear is the true root of all evils.