I had (or rather, my mother had) an old friend. He was gay from birth; he was born a girl in a male body. He spoke like a girl, acted like a girl, and walked like a girl. We all loved him as a person; he was a good man. When I was little, he took me to museums (we lived in St. Petersburg), showed me paintings, and told me stories. (I never saw any perversion or evil smirks from him; he was basically a woman in a man's body). So, everything was fine, but he was constantly psychologically harassed everywhere, and eventually, he couldn't take it anymore and became addicted to drugs. He was a very good and intelligent person, but "a white crow" usually doesn't live long.
2) Lesbians, I won't brag, but I've seen it in person. I won't comment, but I wouldn't watch it again.
"Истинно могуч тот, кто побеждает самого себя"