I wish anti-gay people understood that we're just as mystified by their sexual predilections as they are by ours. If you're straight and you feel absolutely nothing looking at a man, fine, I don't care and have no interest in convincing you, because I feel exactly the same way looking at a woman. I don't find women attractive; I don't find them sexually desirable; I didn't enjoy kissing or touching a woman (I tried, something most straight people probably can't say). I just can't fathom the interest. After accepting that I was gay, I have never seen or met a woman who made me question my sexuality at all.I think one of the main reasons people are offended is because homosexuality was compared to a bunch of things that are choices. If you're gay, you're gay there's no choice involved, so stating 'gays should go to hell' is condemning a group of people who had no choice in the way they are biologically configured. If you want to cheat on your wife, that's a decision you make to be unfaithful (not to mention a marriage is a legally standing contract you make a conscious decision of signing). IMO, the comparison is rather insulting to gay people, so I can see why gay people would be insulted by his comments.
I never made any choice. In high school when I realized I was staring at and thinking about men rather than women, I fought very hard against it. A couple years later, I finally admitted it to myself: "You're gay." I cried so much. All I could think about for a long time was that it was unacceptable and that I could not allow myself be gay. I tried to fixate on a girl I wasn't even attracted to; I forced myself to watch nothing but straight porn; I begged and pleaded to be normal in my prayers. Obviously it never went away. With all that fighting, I didn't have my first kiss until I was almost 18. When he kissed me it was the most incredible thing I'd felt in my life. I spent my first year in college totally in the closet even though I had a boyfriend; I lied to everyone about who he was and told myself that I was going to be with a girl after I finished school. I avoided making friends because I didn't want to have to reveal my sexuality to anyone; I didn't want to be asked about it and I didn't want to lie. When I graduated, I made good on my promise. I met a girl at a party and she took me home. It was awkward--not enjoyable at all. I never fooled around with a girl again, and I finally realized that I didn't want to lie to or hurt another person just so that I could be a coward and hide who I was.
The haters don't understand the harm they cause. They think being intolerant will erase the gays, but it just hurts everyone and creates so much suffering. How many guys are drinking themselves to death because they're closeted and miserably living a lie? How many women do they mislead into empty relationships that could never possibly be fulfilling? How many children are born into these unfortunate situations? How many people have their lives destroyed when the secret comes out? Any person who wants to force that misery on other human beings is a sadistic, heartless bastard.
People could be so much happier if everyone dropped the shit. I've talked to and met so many closeted guys who are struggling in the same way I was with their "choice." Friends, parents, fraternities, sports teams, and every other social group imaginable keep them trapped in the lie because they're afraid of being condemned, castigated, and judged for an impulse that is totally beyond their control. To be compared to a criminal or a terrorist--it's disgusting.