We need a radically truthful way to acknowledge reproductive freedom.

There's a paradox in every paradigm.

I have earned my disillusionment.

One of my rules is: Never TRY to do anything. Just do it.

And thoughts of no other man but you could possibly get through the picket lines to enter into my mind.

They see me as a symbol, and not a human being. That way they can kill me, say it’s not murder it’s a metaphor.

What I like way better than LGBT in terms of labeling sexuality actually is a scheme that comes to me from my friend Animal Prufrock wherein one is identified not by what they supposedly "are" but rather by what they are into. Which brings us to the terms hemosexual, shemosexual, and mosexual.