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This was a respect in which he paid due homage to the wise old spirit of the late Emiel Kroger, that romantically practical Teuton who used to murmur to Pablo, between sleeping and waking, a sort of incantation that went like his: Sometimes you will find it and other times you won't find it and the times you don't find it are the times when you have got to be careful. Those are the times when you have got to remember that other times you will find it, not this time but the next time, or the time after that, and then you've got to be able to go home without it, yes, those times are the times when you have got to be able to go home without it, go home alone without it...

You've never told him", Violet says. It's not a question. It's obvious."I tell him all the time - I just make sure it's never when he's listening. I say it when he's in the other room, or when he's asleep, or when the music's really loud. Sometimes he asks me what I just said. And I tell him never mind. Or I make up something else, something that isn't 'I love you'.

Burst down those closet doors once and for all, and stand up and start to fight.

Once he asked me what I thought had turned me gay.""I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider," said Simon.

Straight? So is spaghetti until you heat it up

Isabelle snorted. 'All the boys are gay. In this truck, anyway. Well, not you, Simon.''You noticed' said Simon.'I think of myself as a freewheeling bisexual,' added Magnus.'Please never say those words in front of my parents,' said Alec. 'Especially my father.''I thought your parents were okay with you, you know, coming out,' Simon said, leaning around Isabelle to look at Alec, who was _ as he often was _ scowling, and pushing his floppy dark hair out of his eyes. Aside from the occasional exchange, Simon had never talked to Alec much. He wasn__ an easy person to get to know. But, Simon admitted to himself, his own recent estrangement from his mother made him more curious about Alec__ answer than he would have been otherwise.'My mother seems to have accepted it,' Alec said. 'But my father _ no, not really. Once he asked me what I thought had turned me gay.'Simon felt Isabelle tense next to him. 'Turned you gay?' She sounded incredulous. 'Alec, you didn__ tell me that.''I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider,' said Simon.Magnus snorted; Isabelle looked confused. 'I__e read Magnus__ stash of comics,' said Alec, 'so I actually know what you__e talking about' A small smile played around his mouth. 'So would that give me the proportional gayness of a spider?''Only if it was a really gay spider,' said Magnus, and he yelled as Alec punched him in the arm. 'Ow, okay, never mind.

Dan: 'Ah, well, I hope this didn't have anything to do with me.'Ellen: 'No, not unless you played Cat Woman in Batman.

Let's make a law that gay people can have birthdays, but straight people get more cake--you know, to send the right message to kids.

I know that you cannot live on hope alone, but without it, life is not worth living. And you...And you...And you...Gotta give em hope.

You could move.' ---"Dear Abby" responds to a reader who complained that a gay couple was moving in across the street and wanted to know what he could do to improve the quality of the neighborhood.

You're not gay, are you?"Simon's greenish color deepened. "If I were, I would dress better.

Before you echo 'Amen' in your home or place of worship, think and remember...a child is listening.

So, do you clean, too?___ell, no!.. I__ gay ... not a damn housewife!__verybody laughed.(The Tin Star)

[_] and the only reason he came out at all, during that period after he left Frankie, when he wanted to go away and hide forever, was the crazy compulsion with which we resolved all the tangled impulses of our lives__he need to dance.

Have you ever noticed,_ he said, stirred now by this vision of domestic bliss that was beyond his reach, and shocked earlier that evening to find himself crying in the subway on his way home from a client, __hat gay people secrete everything in each other__ presence but tears?

Science n_ Shit in a Hip-Hop Style with Stephen Hawking(Kick-snare, kick-kick snare).__et me tell you my plan for the human race, well I would but I can__,__os I can__ move me face,So my computerised voice is how I__l go, I type with me eye to keep the flowWe__e all gonna go live in outer spaceWhere zero gravity will stop me dribbling all over the placeI__l tell y__ll how I__l get there:With some rockets built into me special wheel chairThe moons of Jupiter, in perfect animationWe__l all live in a huge space stationI__l be able to dance and chase all the fannyAnd finally get me end away with me nanny.__cience n_ Shit in a Hip-Hop Style with Stephen Hawking II__rom the moons of Ganymede, Io & Titan, I__l tell y__ll somethin_ that__ sure to enlightenIn space, there are galaxies nebula & starsAnd dying suns that are going super no-vaBut no anomalies can compare, To how much I wanna run my fingers through your hairSir Patrick Moore, a true space oracle, With your knowledge of cheats and gorgeous monocleI__ coming out as gay, and I don__ give a hootI__ the first fuckin_ vegetable that turned into a fruitWord.

Imagine a pleasure in which the moment of satisfaction is simultaneous with the moment of destruction: to kiss is to poison; lifting to your lips this face after which you have ached, dreamed, longed for, the face shatters, every time.

Terror doesn't change people from gay to straight. It just hurts innocent people.