Don't move to Seattle and write a stupid sex advice column. That's a waste of time and you need to grow up and get serious.

One man's piss-soaked sadomasochistic orgy is another man's poetic ecstasy.

The truly revolutionary promise of our nation's founding document is the freedom to pursue happiness-with-a-capital-H.

You want to help gay kids, you have to reach them in middle school and high school, when they're being bullied.

I don't think that sin and pursuing happiness are not necessarily the same thing.

Mother's Day is a torment if your mother is dead. Valentine's Day is a torment if you don't got one. And at some point in our lives, we will be tormented by Valentine's Day even if we're relatively lucky in love.

We've had a culture war roaring away, and the kinds of people who want to abuse and discriminate against gay people who are adults can't really lay their hands on us unless they want to be gay-bashers and go to jail. They abuse us from afar and in the abstract, they abuse us with checkbooks and ballots, but their kids go to school on Monday morning. And there's a gay kid. And they feel they have license to beat that gay kid up in a way that I don't think they did when I was in school. I think it's gotten worse.