This story tells it all:
Long ago when I thought being a JW mattered, I got to know a non-JW guy who was gay. He was in his 50's and quite the man hunter. To avert his advances I tried the classic defense: "witness to him!"
This didn't seem to help matters a bit. In fact he professed to have many JW visitors, some of whom would call at his door (now there's a return visit!).
I seriously doubted he was telling the truth, but he continued to tell story after story, he even knew some of the lingo, since "an elder" seemed to have been one of his callers.
As time passed, we became friends and I asked if he would be interested in coming to the Memorial. I thought it would be quite an experience if I could get a pagan-queen to convert to "the truth".
He agreed to come, mostly out of curiosity. The Memorial was held at a hall to accomidate 3 congregations at one time. We came in together and I noticed him chuckling as we found our seats. He leaned over to whisper in my ear, "That one in front of us, I know him." Well so did I, this dude was raised in the truth with a wife and kid. My condesending smile froze on my face, as I saw the red-faced brother quickly move his entire family from the row in front of us.
He also came to a meeting in a different congregation with me. He knew I was beginning to question my faith, and wanted to see what the Book Study was all about. We went to the Kingdom Hall BS and arrived a bit late. A prominent brother turned from his seat to see who had come in. His face suddenly glazed into an expression like "what are you doing here?" My gay friend turns to me and says, "That one was a regular."
Well that's one lesson I quickly learned: being a JW is not a protection in the gay world. Hell, it's practically a come-on!