I have to wonder how many atheists, even with the purported anonymity of such a forum, would admit to homophobia if asked?
To provide some honest data (not to say anyone else has been dishonest), I’ve certainly harbored homophobic attitudes throughout portions of my life, and probably still do to some extent.
When I first had the conscious experience of another man coming on to me, my callow response was one of internalized fear that it all might mean I, perhaps, look gay or something.
I’ve found some individuals who fit the “flaming queen” stereotype both comical and a little repellant.
I’ve found some stereotypical “bull-dykes” more than a little intimidating, not the least because I assumed they must hate my hetero-white-male guts, being bull-dykes and all.
I’ve been genuinely astonished that, WHAT? He’s GAY? Get out! He’s like a frigging lumberjack, for crying out loud. Gay? Really? You mean, like, gay gay? Well I’ll be damned.
I’ve been genuinely astonished that, WHAT? She’s a LESBIAN? You’re kidding me. You are so fucking lying to me. She’s a total babe, for crying out loud. Oh, gawd, say it isn’t so. Gay? Seriously? Damn!
I’ve asked my wife, with real apprehension in my heart, “So, is everybody at this party but me going to be gay again?” Upon hearing that, yes, it’s entirely likely everyone with a Y chromosome but me will be most emphatically, even dramatically gay, I’ve heaved a big sigh, mentally prepared myself for yet another all-night Broadway review, and discovered much to my own shame that’s not even remotely how the evening actually turned out.
Etc.
In short, I’m just as big an idiot as the next guy when it comes to some of this stuff, and it’s only through experience that I’ve shed some (hopefully most) of my homophobic baggage. I’d be a liar if I said it “didn’t matter at all to me”. It does matter. I still find myself reacting a bit differently to someone who is homosexual than someone who isn’t, perhaps largely because I have this bizarre fear I’ll get a case of 24-hour-Tourettes and say something stupid, like one would expect some hick Maine ex-pat might say.
However, I can honestly say, from the time I can remember being aware of homosexuality as an “issue”, that I never wanted to see people harmed for it. For all my stupid hang-ups, learing about the terrible things that have happened to people because of hateful attitudes toward their sexual orientation has always filled me with a desire to see such injustice completely eradicated. I also aspire to be the sort of person to whom sexual orientation is no more consequential than hair color, but I’m regrettably not that free of what I must assume are residual irrationalities. Again, it’s through experiencing other people that I surmount these ridiculous notions and anxieties, and hopefully I’ll actually become the sort of person I hope to be, in that regard.