Being gay is not just what I do, but who I am. It is part of how I choose to live my life even if I never chose.
‘How old were you when you realized you were… different?’
Logan opened his mouth, then smiled slyly, ‘What sort of different? Gay different, magic different, or just plain fucked-in-the-head-crazy different?’
Collin bit back a smile at Logan’s delivery, ‘Magic different.’
‘Ah,’ Logan said, ‘Pity, the other stories are a lot more fun.’
Kumplikado ang tao, lalo na ang mga bakla, hindi siya dapat ikahon sa labels.
…I realized how naive I was. My aunt Tina was right: this stuff does exist, and it does hurt people, and although there are lots of people at Liberty who condemn violence against gays–including Dr. Falwell himself–the number of students who want to give them the Goliath treatment isn’t zero. In fact, the number who live in my room isn’t zero.
Maya repeated the achingly slow process with the remote control in reverse, and in the profound quiet that ensued, looked at Leyla.
‘Why are you doing this to me?’
Yasmin turned on her mother. ‘She’s not doing anything, she is gay. It’s not a choice. So I think, actually, that you should be telling us why you have such a problem with it.
It was so screwed up, because the thing that made us the most powerless also gave us such power. We could make them turn away. We could bother them and challenge them and mess them up. You think people are afraid of two boys in love? To hell with that. What people are really afraid of is two boys screwing.
It feels so good to find out I mean everything to the person who means everything to me.
I have nothing against gay officers, but its time to get your shit straight an leave the drag at home.
My own belief is that there is hardly anyone whose sexual life, if it were broadcast, would not fill the world at large with surprise and horror.
I remember thinking that I could disguise the way I am by somehow filtering my expression for the sake of juvenile social acceptance or I could say to the world, “Here I am, if you don’t like it, don’t clap.