The first gay person that I knew was my high school Sociology Teacher. He was an excellent teacher, and I admired him because he stood up for what he believed in. He wasn't flamboyant, and his lover was a male beautician. They were so cool together.

A year or so after I graduated, some members of the football team started to harass him during school, and went as far as vandalizing his home and vehicles. A bunch of us graduates and current students decided to "patrol" his neighborhood, and call the police if we saw anything suspicious.

He had to eventually quit teaching and move away to another larger town. I was so angry that he had to go thru what he did. He was an excellent teacher and person. The shortsightedness of some people always makes me angry.

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