I am not free while any woman is unfree, even when her shackles are very different from my own.

The erotic is a resource within each of us that lies in a deeply female and spiritual plane, firmly rooted in the power of our unexpressed or unrecognized feeling. . . .

The strongest lesson I can teach my son is the same lesson I teach my daughter: how to be who he wishes to be for himself.

I remember how being young and black and gay and lonely felt. A lot of it was fine, feeling I had the truth and the light and the key, but a lot of it was purely hell.

Without community, there is no liberation...but community must not mean a shedding of our differences, nor the pathetic pretense that these differences do not exist.

It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to recognize, accept, and celebrate those differences.

Poetry is the way we help give name to the nameless so it can be thought.