A few decades ago my best friend owned one of the most popular gay bars in LA. He is gone now, but there was a time when he absolutely hated for woman to come into the bar, even going so far as to telling the bartenders not to serve them. He hated lesbians, drag queens, and transgenders. I'm not sure how or why he developed this disdain and hatred, but we had fierce arguments over his policies and over the politics of it all. Even back then, I was disturbed by the lack of inclusiveness in the gay community. You can't call yourself a community, fly the flag, but then engage in bigotry, and then claim the moral high ground by demanding equal rights. But he was my friend and I loved him dearly, and even he knew that he was from a different time, and that the world was changing. He eventually sold the bar, and sadly died far too young a few years later. Not that this makes it any better, but he was honest about how he felt, he told his truth, even debating lesbians who wanted to be a part of the bar. His honesty allowed for that debate.
I still miss him to this day...