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Meeting homosexuals as friends.
In high school and early college, I didn't know anyone who was gay. Actually, I need to correct that: I didn't know that some of the people that I knew were gay. So, out of sheer ignorance, I was anti-gay. Not a gay-basher by any means, but the thought creeped me out for no good reason, and I didn't think about it any further.
As college went on, there were some editorial columnists in our school paper that were gay, and one of them was in my dorm. I got to know him, just as a guy in my dorm, nothing else. And I came to realize that I had been an idiot.
Not sure if that's really "earth-shaking", but probably as significant as I can get.
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