Thank you, that's kind. But honestly, it's all water under the bridge now.
At this point, it just makes me chuckle. I made a good living for myself, inherited some family stuff, and am comfortably retired. I wasn't chased around the desk like some secretaries were at the time, I wasn't told to use a different bathroom in the basement like Blacks were, and I wasn't told I would not be seated in a swanky restaurant or told by the bank I could not buy a house in a certain neighborhood.
I get it, to Americans under 40 being gay fifty years ago must sound like it was horrible. It wasn't. It was far better and easier than being Black in Alabama, or a pretty girl in an office full of jerks, or a Jew trying to move into a restricted neighborhood like La Jolla. It all had its very funny moments, and it built great humor and character.
And I bet Steve the family man who got the job in '79 ended up getting divorced anyway. I never had to pay alimony.