I mean, I absolutely call myself a feminist. And by that, I mean a woman who believes that your opportunities should not be constrained by your gender, that women should be entitled to the same opportunities as men.

Whatever my intentions, whatever the truth of my claim, I had no business giving a lecture to a total stranger.

The first inkling my husband had that I was thinking about suicide was when he checked my blog.

I was a lesbian for a semester at Wesleyan - it was a graduation requirement.

Think about it, I say. How many straight men maintain inappropriately intimate relationships with their mothers? How many shop with them? I want a gay son. People laugh, but they assume I'm kidding. I'm not.

Why are the architects of the family-values agenda so eager to punish into the next generation? What is being served by seeking, quite literally, a tooth for a tooth?

Nothing makes me roll my eyes faster than a "Coexist" bumper sticker.