So my first year at uni was spent with 3 fucking psychopaths and one really nice gay guy.
I came back from the pub in maybe the second or third week, to find the most homophobic of my flat had ripped the toilet seat of the toilet, and was smashing at the gay guys door shouting for the "faggot to come out here!" Whilst the other two flat mates laughed.
I threw the fuckwit out of the flat, and he left the following day.
That year made me realise just quite how fucking hard being gay can be, and means that although it can be heavy handed, I'm really, really happy the RTD has "his gay agenda." Things like midnight (where the possessed woman just happened, incidentally to be gay) and then it wasn't mentioned, is more important than big gay storylines (IMO).
My gay friend, hadn't come out to his parents (despite being incredibly camp around them), and it was shit like the toilet seat incident that scared him away from doing it. His only experience of being gay was it "being a massive deal," when most people not caring at uni - made him feel a lot better.