…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.
Homosexuality is like a boarding school in which there are no vacations.
Lo conoces? dijo Reg.
No. Me he equivocado.
Yo diría que es un marica total.
Oh, hell. You’re a fairy,” I said.
“Yeah,” he said. “You know, they call it ‘being gay’ nowadays, but sure, whatever.