Seemed to be more gay friendly, honestly. The right has made it such an issue that's all people can talk about, and they are on edge about it. It seemed more accepting back then.
I literally just posted this in another thread, but it applies here.
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When I was 18, I went to stay with my older brother on Long Island. He said he had a surprise planned for me as it was July 4th. We packed up some stuff and he made sure I had on a bathing suit. We loaded onto a ferry (no pun intended, at least not yet) and as the ferry began to get packed, I noticed the passengers were getting gayer and gayer. I still didn’t know where we were going, but I was excited and ready for adventure (no pun intended, yet). Anyway, we take the ferry to this little island and we get off the boat and my brother welcomes me to “Fire Island.” We begin to walk the beach and I see two women on a towel, mostly naked going at it. I thought this was going to be the coolest experience of my life. It was my brother and his wife, his friend and his wife, and just me. We left the beach and ended up on a little trail where we passed a tree covered in condoms. I was horrified, yet intrigued because my brother promised me a good time. We keep walking and I hear this loud, guttural grunting. I imagined some pig walking around the trail and then I see it-two, incredibly large and incredibly hairy guys fucking just off the trail. I ran out of the woods and my brother couldn’t stop laughing, because we I got out of the woods, wild eyed with terror, I realized I was surrounded by dozens of gay men-most dressed like women. A large nurse came up and asked to check my prostate, another, dressed like a Girl Scout, asked if o wanted to see tagalong (girl scout cookie flavor) or his “thin mint.” Still more dressed like cops ask to “stop and frisk” me, as this was New York and stop and frisk was all the rage in nyc with the nypd. Then, as we walked around, as an 18 year old with a great physique and beautiful, long blonde hair, I was hit on and touched by every guy we passed because the other two I was with were holding women’s hands and I was left to fend for myself while the other four people I was with were in hysterics. The kicker, was when a man built like Arnold Schwarzenegger was buck naked with an enormous dong asked me to work out. Later, I asked a black bartender for a hot chocolate for one of the women. He slapped his dick up on the table and said “here it is, sugar.” I was totally traumatized, however, it ended up being a good time. Eventually, I was pegged as a straight guy and they backed off. My brother bought me a few alcoholic drinks, and being 18, I thought that was the coolest thing ever for my brother to give me alcohol. But we had a great time and flash forward 20 years, my best friend is a gay, 60 year old man and I am tolerant af towards gays. Now, the militant trans rights nut jobs, can fuck themselves with a pineapple.
He had taken me to the annual fire island “queen for a day” festival, where gay men come from hundreds of miles to dress up like women and parade around. This was the 90s, so being gay was still kept under wraps somewhat compared to now, and this would be tame.”
