Gay Marriages-Acceptable to God and America? Growing up in San Francisco, my parents were working full-time across the bay in Oakland. Naturally, they decided that a babysitter was required to look after my younger brother and I after school. I remember Debbie as a funny, energetic, and warm lady in her mid- thirties. It wasn’t until a decade later that I realized that she was gay. Debbie would take us to different places at least twice a week with a woman she told us was her “sister”. I could recall one time when I caught Debbie and her “sister” kissing each other rather intimately in front of the ladies’ room at McDonald’s. I th