I went through elementary school being bullied and teased. I remember someone - I can't recall his name, but I can see his face - who decided on the school bus, when I was ten or eleven, to call me "Percy." That was somehow supposed to connect to the fact that I wasn't very athletic. I was, in fact, also not very coordinated. I was not very masculine, by the standards of ten-year-olds. I remember being on the school bus and everyone chanting, "Percy! Percy! Percy!" at me.

I felt like all of the work was training for just one central idea: Accept your child for who he is. I'm not saying that I've done a brilliant job with that. But I've done my best.

The campaign against polygamy, around which a lot of anti-Mormon sentiment was organized, seems horrific to me.

If your love didn't always contain the possibility of loss, it would be very different from human love as we know it.

People … don't want to be cured or changed or eliminated. They want to be whoever it is that they've come to be.

Fixing is the illness model; acceptance is the identity model; which way any family goes reflects their assumptions and resources.

Any community that remains an abstraction is an easy target for prejudice and cruelty, but any community that becomes fully humanized is much harder to treat in that way.