Game over," you say, and I don't know which I take more exception to-- the fact that you say its over, or the fact that you say it's a game.

Its a fine line between love and stalking.

I was sixteen and equipped with the appropriate genitalia, so I cleared that hurdle nicely.

When I am with you, there is nowhere else I'd rather be. And I am a person who always wants to be somewhere else.

I don't get this at all. It's like protesting the fact that some people are red-haired.

I've always known I was gay, but it wasn't confirmed until I was in kindergarten. It was my teacher who said so. It was right there on my kindergarten report card: PAUL IS DEFINITELY GAY AND HAS VERY GOOD SENSE OF SELF.

You know, I'd get a tattoo with your name on it. Only, I want you to have the freedom to change your name if you want to.