I wasn't supported, I wasn't given any self-esteem.

I have one son. Of everything I've done in my life, nothing matches the feeling of having life growing inside you.

He (son Jason) doesn't see me as a (gay) icon, he sees me as his mother who touches his hair too much. No, I love being an icon to anybody. Equal rights, you know?

Just imagine how boring life would be if we were all the same. My idea of a perfect world is one in which we really appreciated each other's differences: Short, tall; Democrat, Republican; black, white; gay, straight-a world in which all of us are equal, but definitely not the same.

I'll see a celadon green room in an 18th century New Hampshire house and just fall in love. Colors stay in my head.

Believe in the power of your voice! Be yourself. Everyone is unique.

I don't feel like a legend. I feel like a work in progress.