Coming out is a means of redefining oneself, of claiming membership in a lifestyle and a social order with distinct values. Chief among these values is honesty.

I wore a woman's antique fur jacket to my high school junior prom.

My reasons for declaring a sexual preference had to do less with the pursuit of personal freedom than with the lust for pure shock value.

Proclaiming a sexual preference is something that straight men never really have to bother with.

Perhaps there is no agony worse than the tedium I experienced waiting for Something to Happen.

Sexuality is a private matter; some believe that broadcasting it destroys the very things that make it sacred.

Coming out involves varying degrees of difficulty that are affected by class, race, religion, and geography.

I had been found in a mud puddle at 4:30 in the morning.

My gayness became quietly accepted and, shock of all shocks, life went on.

I believed I was invincible.

I am now faced with mortality. Definitely not the most generous move.

Speed will follow when the mechanism of the movements is more assured.

The threat of failure shouldn't kill the fun of dreaming.

Gossip was usually a mindless distraction from a far too serious world.

We are shifting from a managerial society to an entrepreneurial society.

The determination that led me to create a new sports team taught me an important lesson: opportunity is manufactured.

I have to have breakfast or I will literally pass out.

God's first line of defense - and offense - for every situation is prayer.

Today, unless women gain jobs and athletic scholarships commensurate with their percentage of the population, feminists scream discrimination.

Children should be allowed to be children and not be sold.