In my teens, I was accepted to a remote work camp skill building program for a summer.
A lot of the other teens at the camp came directly from the city. One teen was flaming, effeminate and lispy. He showed up at a lumberjack work camp in silk shirts.
A couple weeks in, one night some of the edgier campers composed an original acoustic song about the still-in-the-closet camper. It was actually pretty catchy. I still remember the lyrics.
Jodi you're our playmate
Jodi you're our sunshine 
Jodi you're our sextoy 
I'm going to fuck you up the tailpipe Just like your father used to do Just like your father used to do
After workshopping the lyrics, the bunch recorded it on a cassette.
The next day before dawn, shit went down.
The camp director woke up everyone in the bunkhouse before 5 am running up and down the halls revving his chainsaw.
The camp director and his associates confiscated the cassette and started calling pairs out of bed two-at-a-time interrogating everyone what they knew about the tape like a FBI raid.
The 4 guys who directly contributed to the song were sent home on the train the next day. We never heard from them again.
Another three guys who were their audience got to stay. But they were given a blue tarp, some tree boughs and some tools and had to construct a makeshift lean-to out in a clearing in the forest. They built their own shitty shelter and were made to sleep in the dirt for a week (which in hindsight is pretty crazy for the times).
The program was technically government-affiliated as it was associated with the Bureau of Lands and Forests. It was remote enough though that it was essentially the director's little fiefdom. I'd have to walk miles down the highway to find a payphone to call home.
TL;DR - Even 3 decades ago, teenage cringe edgelord casual homophobia was treated as a capital crime.
