One of my brothers used to live in Surry Hills (inner Sydney). I visited him regularly.

The place was overflowing with poofters. Everyone my brother introduced me to was a wonderful person. The vast majority I had no idea were poofs until my brother told me or until I got the hang of it.

Put another way, they didn't force it down your throat. They were people first, poofs second. They got it right, activists get it arse-about.