gay-and-lesbian

If you are what you eat, then why aren__ you what you desire?"Desire stands in the great no-man__ land of human activity: the zone of most conflict, fear, and anxiety. It scares us. We are often asked to hate it__y those who claim to have given it up for __etter_ things, and who often, hypocritically, haven__.

Well, I would tell Danny. I'd probably edit for Josh. That is if there wasanything worth editing.__oshua Roberts, you had better get your butt on the move!_ Dannyhollered as he walked down the stairs.I was nervously waiting for them to leave as I pretended to watch TV inthe front room.__e're going to be late.___o the hair crisis is under control I see.___ stray hair will never win between a bottle of gel and a gay man,_ hedeclared with a smile. __oshua!___'m coming. I'm coming.__ heard his sandals click on the stairs and I waited to see if the mentalimage matched the real one. To my non surprise it did.

I__ scared to fall asleep. I don__ want to see it...

If erotic writing is the objectification of sex, then reading is its subjectification.

Some stories need to be told time and again. Every generation forgets. Every child learns anew.

Knitting is a good way to pass the time when you're waiting for something to die.

Good children do taste better, but there are so few of them. If you can be satisfied with naughty children, you will always have food on the table. They are never in short supply.

Can you imagine, somebody telling you, your love for your dearly beloved is a sin! Can you imagine, somebody telling you, women are inferior to men, and are meant only serve the men! Can you imagine, somebody telling you, a man can have multiple wives, and yet be deemed civilized! Here that somebody is a fundamentalist ape - a theoretical pest from the stone-age, that somehow managed to survive even amidst all the rise of reasoning and intellect.

Homosexuality is immutable, irreversible and nonpathological.

Love has no gender - compassion has no religion - character has no race.

Being homosexual is no more abnormal than being lefthanded.

Homosexuals are not made, they are born.

Either you are homophobic or you are a human - you cannot be both.

Spending time looking for what is missing in your life is futile; if you fail to look within yourself. When we challenge everything we believe we are, we reveal that which we never knew about our own selves.

In the unification of two minds, orientation of sexuality is irrelevant.

Once," Fran says, settling against the worktable, folding her arms, "I knew this kid who very bravely and bossily came out of the closet when she was only fourteen years old. She told me then that we can't choose who we love. We just love the people we love, no mattter what anyone else might want for us. Wasn't that you?

When are you going to get a fella?" Lily asks Rose after a year or two of dancing. "I have one who wants to take me kissing, but I think I should wait for you to have one."Rose flushes. "I don't think I'll ever have a fella.""Why not?" Lily bristles. "We're plenty pretty.""I don't like the look of them," Rose says.Lily purses her lips at the dance floor, appraising.After a moment long, Rose says, "Any of them."Lily looks at her a long time, as Rose tries not to hyperventilate.Then Lily shrugs and says, "Well, then it's you who should have learned to lead, isn't it?" and when Rose clasps Lily's hand, she clasps it back.It's the closest they've ever been.

I leave the kitchen table to bathe, and to dress for church. If only my closet held on its shelves an array of faces I could wear rather than dresses, I would know which face to put on today. As for the dresses, I haven't a clue.