The way the gamer population responds to this kind of thing tells us a LOT about what they wish they didn't have to put up with in day to day life.
Apparently, the target demographic that has a lot of speaking power in this situation is something I learned to call a "bro." For clarification, I don't mean a "bro" in the sense that he's guy who wears trendy clothes or goes to college frat parties. No, the "bro" I'm pointing out is worse than that. They are the men who have almost no interesting personality traits, and therefore band together in small pods, often represented by frat houses, but also represented by anywhere that men typically hang out together. While in these pods, the bro can then pretend that his lack of personality is normal, and that anything viewed as personality is a threat to this perceived normality. This is why marginalized groups are often attacked by them. Deep down, they simply cannot deal with their own failure to make their own life decisions.
I have befriended a few "bros" in my life, and discovered that, individually, they often don't care about such things as my sexuality. If I enjoy men whereas they enjoy women, they're fine with that. What they did not learn about sexuality, however, was the rules by which sexuality becomes transgression. Thus if I make a gay joke at their expense, they take it to mean that I fully intend to have my way with them. But it's okay to make a gay joke at my expense, however, because I am gay, and nothing in gay culture could ever offend me (in their minds). These kind of actions lead to discussions, which, lacking enough machismo for them, often escalates into arguments until a life lesson is crammed in their heads or until they refuse to speak to me anymore on grounds that I'm a "fag" who will never understand straight men. (Unproffessional sidenote: We not only understand straight men, but also, sometimes, fantasize about them sexually for our own individual reasons. At the end of the day, we don't want a straight man, and understand that should we "convert" a straight man, he's no longer straight, but that's what sexual fantasies are for.)
The heart of the problem goes much deeper, however, as two major problems emerge. First, this outcry against this scene is labeling a larger than normal number of gamers as "bros." I'd have to do more research to figure out exactly where the marginalized construct of gaming culture switched from nerds and geeks to "bros" as the dominate voice, but sufficed to say, they've decided to have a voice, and that's causing problems. Second, the exact repulsion to the admittedly tame scene by any romantic standards is ludicrous. The scene is mostly emotional and relationship oriented in nature. These men hold hands, kiss, suggest nothing more than a making out scene without showing it, then cuddle in their boxers and talk about their hopes, fears, and anxieties about the upcoming final confrontation. To find that worth vomit, imagined or real, is to say that any conversation with the same gender about hopes, fears, and anxiety are deemed too intimate for our culture. If I simply hold hands with another man and walk down the street, they are implying that I will make people violently ill. If I cuddle in private with my boyfriend while wearing enough clothing to hide anything sexual, they are not only thinking about it actively, but are also unable to scream about it, because they are too busy dry heaving over a toilet. The reaction is not saying that gay sex disturbs them. It's saying that any and all male on male affection disturbs them. That is what makes them pitiful.
In summation, I'd have to say that if a homosexual agenda exists, then it must be one that both pities and wishes to cure the plague that these people bear with them. We don't want to turn the world gay, we just want to help those poor misguided "bros" stop vomiting every time they see us. It can't be good for their health.
This has been my first post, on these forums, but thank you Jim. Thank God for you. Thank you for you. Thank me for you. Without these issues, where would we all be?
With Love,
James B. Spakken, TL;DR champion