The people I know run the gammut from sheer intolerance to being themselves completely out and proud. I grew up in a small town with little diversity where I managed to live from the time I was 5 until I was well into college before I ever met a person who was openly gay. Growing up in the 80s, it was culturally not only acceptable but almost expected to be derisive about homosexuality, make “gay” jokes, etc. For most in my circle of family and friends it was ignorance/lack of exposure/lack of understanding that caused the insensitivity, in short, it was as “good-natured” as prejudice can be in that it was not about hatred, perhaps a bit about fear though. I am close to very few religious zealots, and from my perspective, the nature of the treatment given to homosexuals by my peer group and role models has far less to do with the concept of “sin” and far more to do with the concept of unpalatability. I myself as a heterosexual male have absolutely no problems with homosexuality or homosexuals, though I do have an ingrained aversion to the idea of personally engaging in homosexual activity, not because I see anything “wrong” with it, but for the same reason I don’t eat broccoli, it’s just not pleasant to me. Far be it however for me to begrudge anyone from being who they are, and that is how I always saw it.
My mother was always far more accepting than my father, my mom never really brought the subject up in so many words, it simply was not something which impacted her life in any way, whereas my father was the type who likely would have kicked me out of the house if I’d turned out to be gay. He and I always argued over the issue, he had the belief (and still does) that it’s a choice, but had no reasoning, logic or evidence to support his assertion, whereas to me it was always as simple as this…“I find brunettes more attractive than blondes. I did not choose to find brunettes more attractive than blondes. I have no control over what arouses me. I could not ‘switch teams’ if I wanted to because I am not turned on by the idea of sex with a man. It therefore flies in the face of all logic that anyone else would or COULD determine his or her sexuality.” I would often say that it’s not as if I was ever given a checklist of attributes I wanted to find sexually arousing in others, I never checked a box on a form, no one ever said to me, “Bob or Roberta, choose one.” The sheer idea that one could or WOULD choose to do something to which it was natural to have an aversion, an act which would also make them a social pariah in some circles, has no basis in logic, reason or the personal experience of anyone I’ve ever spoken with on the matter.
As I went to college and eventually moved to a major metropolitan area, I encountered more and more homosexual people in my day to day life, and not one of them was in my eyes any different than any of the other myriad of people I encountered. My sole objection I’ve ever had to anyone proclaiming to be homosexual was when that person was “in my face” about it, in other words to the point of sharing more than I need to know, not because it grosses me out, but because some things to me and my sensibilities are, and should be kept private. I had no more use for the loud and proud and in your face gay than I did for the macho man telling me about the chick he banged in some parking lot…six of one, half a dozen of the other. As I got older, and our culture moved forward, great strides were made in popular culture in the 90s with gay and lesbian kisses being aired on TV, popular celebrities coming out and stark contrasts between the aforementioned “good-natured” prejudice that a lot of people were guilty of, and the news stories about the Matthew Shepards of the world. There is something inherently wrong with someone who is not shocked by the cognitive break between ignorance and hatred.
I met and married a woman who since we met has had her half brother and first cousin come out. My brother in law and his SO are among the closest acquaintances we have in terms of the amount of time we spend with others. We have a 9 year old son to whom this was always presented as a natural thing, never questioned…they are his uncles and they love him, he loves them. Any people I meet around my age or in my peer group, I assume by default these days have no problem with homosexuality, and anyone who has ever reacted in a way that convinced me that they were not accepting has not really been given a place in our lives, fortunately those are few and far between. Even most of my family and friends from a bygone era are accepting and more sensitive now days.
But there are those like my father, who despite having lost all interest in sex over 30 years ago from all accounts, is still too appalled by the idea to accept it. He clearly has a problem with his grandson’s uncles being gay and has made less and less effort to keep those feelings to himself. And as a result, he is seeing us and his grandchild far less often. I am aware of the tragedy it would be to fully cut him out of our lives as he is pushing 70 and does not maintain his health very well, I know he is a remnant of the past, soon to have his prejudices die with him, and I try to accentuate the positive and eliminate the negative. But I do not change how I live, if they come down to visit, my brothers in law may come over to visit as well, and he just has to deal with it. And whereas it was of not only great convenience to my wife and myself, but a great pleasure to my son to send him with his grandparents for a couple weeks each summer to go fishing and do all the outdoorsy things he loves but can not do down in the city (or with his citified parents), the most recent trip resulted in my son being exposed to some fairly hateful things that my father said about his uncles, and thought it may be the elephant in the room right now, when push comes to shove and we don’t send him up next summer, if they demand to know why, I will not shy away from telling them. Which sucks because it hurts my mom as well, and quite frankly, I believe my son to be at least as smart as I am, and I don’t think he would take a cue from my father and turn against gays, that is not my concern…my concern is that we want him to know that love is unconditional and that everyone should be who they are without fear of what others think. That lesson is too valuable to be undermined, even at the expense of family strife.
So overall, I’d say I’ve noticed tremendous progress over the last 2 decades in cultural acceptance of homosexuality, and I’ve noticed a great deal more understanding out there. I would however like to make one last comment to @prolificus.
Accept and except are two different words with very different meanings. To accept something does not make it an exception, and excepting something does not make it included, in fact, the words have if anything nearly opposite meanings. I think yours (and your ex’s) issue is more one of grammar and perception than anything. But if you have an aversion to the word, I can not begrudge you that any more than you can begrudge me an aversion to eating broccoli or cock.