Reprehensible in the extreme.

In Montreal, the nearest major city to me, there was a spat of gay bar attacks by skinheads a few years back. These malevolent little Nazi losers would rush into a gay bar in packs of a dozen or more, hit people, break things, cause great fear and chaos and then retreat to beneath the rocks from whence they came.

Although I grew up with a gay brother and knew many, many gay men, and considered many of them as close and trusted friends of mine, I never got used to seeing them kiss in public (which I almost never saw to be honest). When I do see gay men kissing in public, though I have as liberal an attitude as anyone could have, my first thought is "get a room you shmucks".

This, however, is the limit of my "hostility". If I saw a gay man being attacked, I would immediately stand by his side and enunciate to the attackers, Kennedy-esque, "Ich bin ein homosexual!" (And hopeful my brother's ex would be there. He was in the Marines and would be quite a handful in a scrap.)