As a brand new, High School graduate working at Cold Bay ( the only job I could find in the late '60s) I had the pretty sobering experience of going face to .357 pistol held by a drunk gay man.  He shot one round past my ear to make sure he had my undivided attention.  Be assured, he did.  I survived the encounter, going home to college in the big silver plane and not the "Silver Bullet" as the aluminum coffin in the freight shed was referred to.  But to this day I hold nothing against any LGBT person, it was simply a result of rumors and the time.