Makes no difference to me. Telling me you prefer Pepsi over Coke would probably get more of a reaction.
The question is; how do YOU feel about it?
Nope. Don’t care either way.
If you aren’t my wife, I don’t care even a tiny bit.
I really don’t care in the least. When one of my good friends came out to me in college, my reaction was “It’s about time.”
I was more surprised when a guy from HS who everyone thought was a big flaming 'mo showed up at the 10-year reunion with a hot wife. I bet SHE’D care.
No, Senator. Now can I use the stall?
Regards,
Shodan
Nope, don’t care. Don’t grab my ass and it won’t be a problem. 
I don’t care – but I do care that people should enjoy being themselves, whatever their orientation.
I would care in the sense that I would want the person to feel safe and be happy. Would it change my opinion of them as a person? No.
One of my friends from elementary school through college came out after college, when he moved to New York. My reaction was “thank God!” He’s such a nice guy and good looking, too, and never had a girlfriend. He was always a “group date” sort of fellow, with lots of girl friends, but never someone special. Turns out he didn’t like girls anyway, and he couldn’t “spread his wings” when living here in town. Seems like he’s having a blast in NYC.
Another friend from elementary school through college went trans and that was somewhat shocking, but no one cared - it was more like we were all sort of shocked that he didn’t tell anyone. But then we all realized it was not something we had any sort of “right” to know, and now we know, and it’s no biggie.
I will admit, tho, that when I was in high school, there was a guy who asked me to be his girlfriend and subsequently his prom date. I wasn’t too terribly into him but whatever - I felt I needed to have a boyfriend at least once in high school. A week or so before prom he admitted to my best friend (a guy) that he was gay and in love with my best friend (a guy) and only was dating me so he could spend more time with my best friend (a guy).
This made me livid - still not particularly because he was gay but because 1) My best friend had been seriously dating his girlfriend for 4 years at this point, and it pissed me off that dude had the audacity to think he could just break that up (meaning I would have been just as pissed were he a girl) 2) He very obviously used me 3) Two of his other friends had recently come out as lesbians and I wasn’t convinced he was really gay - he was messed up in the head and just wanted attention.
Anyhow, even though I was the one who got the raw end of the deal here, dude was sure to try to tell everyone that I was a homophobe, hated him because he was gay, and I told everyone he was gay when it was not my place. I got into a screaming match with him and told him flat out I didn’t care who he wanted to fuck, he was still a liar, a jerk and an all-around despicable person.
I still had a good time at prom.
Another one chiming in with: nope, don’t care, don’t know why so many do care so dang much.
No
Unless you’re my wife or girlfriend, I don’t see how it makes any difference. My boss is gay, and in practice that just means he buys better Christmas gifts.
It doesn’t bother me at all.
P.S. Having met DMark in real life, I can confirm he’s a decent chap who knows a lot about Vegas. (Which is more important to me than his orientation.)
It would only matter to me if it was mrAru, and then it would be more a case that he is actually bisexual, not gay.
Only thing that would change is he would have to get STD tested more frequently [not sure if he has been tested since he got out of the Navy, I get STD tested once a year at my regular gyn exam. ]
Only other thing would perhaps be looking for another bi male and make a solid 3 way relationship that is monogamous [in a manner of speaking] which would reduce the risk of STDs, and make life less expensive [oo another roomie to split expenses with, and to share the chores around here, squee… can he be cute and give good back rubs also?] I guess we’d need a california king bed then.
There were a couple of times I cared. One was when I found out that a HS friend of mine was gay - the way I found out was that he propositioned my boyfriend while I was away at college. Regardless of the genders involved, I think it’s pretty rude to proposition your friend’s S.O.
We both got over it, but he is still pretty delusional sometimes when attempting to guess whether people are gay or straight. For example, at my wedding 2 weeks ago, he guessed that two guests were a (gay) couple. They are brothers, and both are quite happily married to women (although they came to the wedding without their families).
Another time was a guy I met in college - I found out he was bisexual, and primarily attracted to men. Now nothing personal, but I think relationships in which both parties are attracted consistently to one gender are complicated enough, so I realized that this combo just wasn’t going to work for me.
Other than that, for the most part I really don’t care. I’d be pretty bummed to find out that my husband of 2 weeks was gay, though. (Not to mention surprised; I usually have pretty decent gaydar, courtesy of 3 years at NYU.)
Nope. I wouldn’t even care if a friend of mine came out as gay. I wouldn’t even care if he was attracted to me, as long as he didn’t act on it and respected my space. I think I’d be rather flattered 
Nope.
Don’t care at all.
Unless I’ve spent the better part of the evening hitting on you, in which case, I’d think it was just polite to tell me I’m barking up the wrong tree.
Otherwise, nope. Don’t care.
Do you have any beer you’re willing to share with me?
Of course I’d care if someone-- even just a friendly acquaintance --came out to me. For one thing, it would mean they felt the need to be at all closeted in the first place, and that’s much harder to live with than you might think. I certainly wouldn’t respond to a disclosure of, essentially, “so, you didn’t know this about me, but I’m a self-identifying member of a widely discriminated against minority and I don’t want to be hiding that aspect of my life from you too” with cold indifference.
The only way I’d care is if it were one of my nephews. Knowing what a bonehead my Brother can be, I’d start cleaning out the spare bedroom.
But no, it’s not important, just nice to know so I don’t start talking you up to (the wrong) friends.