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

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.

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 believed I was invincible.

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

Intense feeling too often obscures the truth.

I think the tiniest little thing can change the course of your day, which can change the course of your year, which can change who you are.

Thrusted light is worse than presented pistols.

Taste is the fundamental quality which sums up all other qualities. It is the ne plus ultra of the intelligence.

I never put myself out there as an employment agency.

I'm not really one to be on camera, I'd rather be writing songs.

The need to document my insanity is an affliction I have not yet cured myself of.

I'm the most carefree mo'fo' in the world.

I always wanted a little brother because I felt like the little brother had to do everything.

We needed to stop asking about the meaning of life.