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

There's this brutal imperial power, that my passport says I represent. But it will never represent where my heart lives, only vaguely where it went.

I've been waiting for sleep to offer up the day with both hands.

I am getting nowhere with you and I can't let you go and I cant get through.

I am a thinned-skinned type. I am very sensitive, very emotional. Vulnerability is kind of always a part of my day.

I think the gay community should get smart and drop the word marriage. Do you really need to change every right-wing Christian to make sure you get your equal rights? Eyes on the prize, we should be sticking to getting equal rights.

I would rather have these things weigh on my mind. At the end of this tunnel of guilt and shame, there must be a light of some kind.