What does love mean if we would deny it to others?
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In the unification of two minds, orientation of sexuality is irrelevant.
Love should never mean having to live in fear.
Fear is the intended result of codifying homophobia into law.
I wondered if all women did with other women was lie and hug.
Amazing how eye and skin color come in many shades yet many think sexuality is just gay or straight.
Terror doesn't change people from gay to straight. It just hurts innocent people.
He who is jealous is better off not dating someone who is bisexual.
When selecting a one-night stand, a heterosexual woman who is materialistic is a trillion times more likely to choose a sexually unattractive poor man who seems rich over a sexually attractive rich man who seems poor.
Barbara had really missed her calling. She should have been a gynecologist. Nothing pleased her more than having her face between another woman__ legs.
Gay male and lesbian culture is obsessed with purity of identity as the only basis for figuring out who you can trust or dance with. -Pat Califia
The nights were advantageous, too. After they kissed their families goodnight, it was expected that they would share a bed, their bodies close, their movements obscured under the covers.
If Alice had a post-engagement policy, it was to pass.
I want to support these people. The west has always been fairly colorblind, too.""Oh?" Mek prompted me for clarification."Our least prejudiced region." I shook the bag of cat chow. "Heck, I shouldn't have been afraid of those ladies being harsh on robots. They didn't worry about me dissing their lifestyle."I ended up explaining some more.
Bigotry and sexism destroy the unity needed for a nation to live.
I__ going to become a beat poet and a lesbian!
I left the bed as she had left it, unmade and rumpled, coverlets awry, so that her body's print might rest still warm beside my own.Until the next day I did not go to bathe, I wore no clothes and did not dress my hair, for fear I might erase some sweet caress.That morning I did not eat, nor yet at dusk, and put no rouge nor powder on my lips, so that her kiss might cling a little longer.I left the shutters closed, and did not open the door, for fear the memory of the night before might vanish with the wind.
What matters most is not 'what' you are, but 'who' you are.