Afraid is a country with no exit visas.

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

There are many lesbians and gay men trapped by their fear into silence and invisibility, and they exist in a dim valley of terror wearing nooses of conformity.

I have come to believe that caring for myself is not self-indulgent. Caring for myself is an act of survival.

The oppression of women knows no ethnic nor racial boundaries, true, but that does not mean it is identical within those boundaries.

I have a duty to speak the truth as I see it and share not just my triumphs, not just the things that felt good, but the pain, the intense, often unmitigated pain. It is important to share how I know survival is survival and not just a walk throught the rain.

Revolution is not a one time event.