For another point, I think the hell (if any) that a kid will catch for gay parents varies from place to place. I was beat up and spit on as a kid and asked if my “lezzie mom messed with me when she tucked me in.” But now when I tell people that my mom is gay, I get a lot of positive reactions, like “You must be a really open-minded, well-rounded person!” and “No wonder you have your sh!t together.” Kids these days aren’t nearly as tormented as they were in the 1970s and 80s, bless their little hearts.
And that said, I wouldn’t decline to let gay parents adopt because the kid might be teased. No one can know what the kid will have to (or not have to) fight through. What if the kid turns out gay when they’re grown up, and the straight adoptive parents give him hell over it? Wouldn’t gay parents be better suited for that eventuality? Or what if the kid is given to nice Christian parents who disown the kid for deciding she’s atheist? You can’t plan for everything.
And yes, they were “my battles to fight.” If not mine, whose? You learn what you learn in life and it makes you who you are. Deny a kid a family because of what society will do to torment that kid (if anything)? I don’t think so. There have been times in my life when the steel at my core, that was tempered and made strong when I was smaller, has been absolutely necessary for me to survive in adulthood. It has enabled me to call bullsh!t on those who would have abused me in relationships later, because I could recognize it for what it was, and not just go along with it. My mettle has been tested, and it has made me stronger. And perhaps, just perhaps, that is in the best interest of a child who needs a home. :)