Guilt and defensiveness are bricks in a wall against which we all flounder; they serve none of our futures.

Those of us forged in the crucibles of difference know that survival is not an academic skill.

I realize that if I wait until I am no longer afraid to act, write, speak, be, I'll be sending messages on a Ouija board, cryptic complaints from the other side

There are no new ideas. There are only new ways of making them felt.

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

So it is better to speak, remembering we were never meant to survive.

I was going to die, if not sooner, then later, whether or not I had ever spoken myself. My silences had not protected me. Your silence will not protect you.