This is the very point where I'm at on the matter: same sex relationships are dead-ends, biologically. They cannot reproduce without some contribution from the opposite gender. Or, adopt a child. The issue resolves itself biologically.
To go along with some of the experiences others have shared, I have had limited interactions with homosexuals during my lifetime. One became my molester in my teen years. Some years later, AIDS came into public awareness, and I not only grieved over whether I'd been infected with "gayness", as it was called back then, but now I had to worry if the guy had given me AIDS, because I discovered in my early 20s that the guy had been quite active in the same-sex community back during those years, even after he'd plied his ... craft with me. I learned still later that he did, in fact, die because of AIDS, which set the anxiety cycle all over again.
The other homosexual was a neighbor named Bill Kruger. I had no clue that he was homosexual until I was in my late teens. I was 8 or 9, mind you, but to me, with me, he was the quiet older man who lived a few doors down and he and I had become friends because of the simple yard sales Bill would set up every weekend. Eventually, I'd earn some quarters for helping him set up his yard sales on Saturday mornings. And I even stayed on te sofa at his little duplex on Friday nights over the course of that year. I remember how neat and tidy Bill's place was, how quiet and peaceful. And that he always had a cup of coffee with him. Worked at a plant near Grand Rapids. Never tried anything, and for as often as I was over there (because it sure beat being at home with my abusive mother!), he never had other men over. With the exception of a troubled son of a fellow co-worker, but that's a story for another day, and not as a sexual partner or anything like that. Just a really messed up youth back home from Vietnam and whatever happened over there. And this son had some stories, for sure. Evil incarnate stuff.
āTimothy,
a believer.