Kacey and Tez, I've gotten the "Brother, have you heard of Jayzus" stuff, in class. As if any Jew living closer than Neptune could have failed to hear it with mind-numbing regularity.
At various times Jews for Jesus, the Jehovah's Witnesses, the nice young LDS missionaries and the Baptists (a few years ago when the SBC started its campaign to inform Jews about the existence of Christianity) have come to my house trying to buy my soul. How the Baptists knew that a Jew was living in that particular house is a question I find disturbing. Sometimes they kept coming back. In earlier days I had to learn to fight dirty and vicious because some couldn't take "No" or even "Hell, no!" for an answer.
Sometimes it's spilled over into martial arts classes. A few times it was part of the school ethos. You learn to avoid places like that. Sometimes it was bad actors at the school. Usually grown ups were grown up about it, but not always.
The gays have never tried to convert me to anything. The couple times a guy made a pass at me - not in any way connected to the martial arts - a simple "No thank you," worked just fine. I'm willing to bet that every woman here has had more trouble turning down an eager straight man at some point.
The most activist GLBT types I've met, and I've known a number of pretty serious ones, want to be left alone to live their lives with the same rights and privileges that straight people take for granted. Oh, and they'd like to do it without having to fear losing their civil rights, jobs, homes and lives if it isn't too much trouble. I don't know anyone in BRO, Lambda LDF or HRC who wants to force heterosexuals to work the other side of the street. The list of heterosexuals who are willing to try forced conversion therapy via rape is a tad longer.
The fundies - festering lice on the Body of whichever religion they happen to infest - have a different idea of acceptance and tolerance for
their chosen lifestyle. They often want to force people on pain of death to believe and do exactly what they do. They're much more likely to, say, torture, exile or kill you if you don't toe the line. That was the choice given to my grandparents and great-grandparents. They left. The ones who didn't died at the hands of the Czars and Dolf's All-Boy Marching Band. If they decide that you need to be shown the Truth they will keep at it with the mindless ferocity of a little yappy dog going after a squeak toy. If you don't comply you could end up like the squeak toy.
I'd rather have the gays around, thank you very much. I've never seen them burn a lambda on someone's lawn. I've never been set on by a gang of lesbians and beaten bloody, although one hears that there are people who will pay a lot of cash money for something along those lines. I have gone through similar when members of the Bride of Christ decided to impart the Love of G-d to me on the point of a fist.
Living in Condition Yellow is fine. That's one of the goals of all good martial arts training. Living in Condition Orange because your fundie neighbors and fellow citizens have shot up your house again is not so nice. You can't maintain it for long without suffering permanent organic changes to the brain. Living in Condition Fuschia, otherwise known as "Oh Lord, here comes that swishy gay diva drama-queen
again", is irritating but bearable