Life is enriched by difficulty; love is made more acute when it requires exertion.

That, in essence, is the catastrophe of suicide for those who survive: not only the loss of someone, but the loss of the chance to persuade that person to act differently, the loss of the chance to connect.

There is also somehow the idea that this gay thing is all just about indulgence in carnal pleasure. When I was twenty and felt that nobody could know I was gay, I was having sex with strangers in public parks. I don't think it was evil exactly, but it wasn't so great either. There was nobody particularly benefiting from it, except, I suppose, to the extent that it gave some pleasure to me and perhaps whomever I was with.

I have found that the greatest stories of acceptance and love and the ugliest stories of hideous cruelty and abuse have equally been perpetrated in the name of Christian faith.

The absence of marriages will result in all kinds of financial burdens that gay people wouldn't face if they could get married.

Parenthood abruptly catapults us into a permanent relationship with a stranger.

Being gay is immutable. Maybe someday we'll figure out more of the science and it will be changeable, but we have no leads so far.