Mona knocked at the wrong time. โUhโฆyeahโฆwait a minute, Mona -- โ Mona shouted through the door. โRoom service, gentlemen. Just pull the covers up.โ Michael grinned at Jon. โMy roommate. Brace yourself.โ Seconds later, Mona burst through the doorway with a tray of coffee and croissants. โHi! Iโm Nancy Drew! You must be the Hardy Boys!
Armistead MaupinIโm pissed off at my Republican family back in North Carolina, several of whom came to my wedding, but who went right back and are voting for homophobes and acting like it doesnโt matter. It does matter and itโs time for the queers in this country to start saying so to their families. I think weโve all cut them too much slack for far too long.
Armistead MaupinThe hell of it is, I know the answer. The answer is that you never, ever, rely on another person for your peace of mind. If you do, you're screwed but good. Not right away, maybe, but sooner or later. You have to -- I don't know --you have to learn to live with yourself. You have to learn to turn back your own sheets and set a table for one without feeling pathetic. You have to be strong and confident and pleased with yourself and never give the slightest impression that you can't hack it without that certain goddamn someone. You have to fake the hell out of it.
Armistead Maupin