What other people call dark and despairing, I call funny.

The walking tour guides one through the city's various landmarks, reciting bits of information the listener might find enlightening. I learned, for example, that in the late 1500s my little neighborhood square was a popular spot for burning people alive. Now lined with a row of small shops, the tradition continues, though in a figurative rather than literal sense.

...clatter of a typwriter suggests that you're actually building something.

I don't think my life is more interesting than anybody else's.

The interesting thing about gay people is that you can't really put on a wedding without them. They're the ones who make your dress, and do the flowers and the catering. They've toiled in the wedding industry all these years but were never allowed to do it themselves.

What I really hated, of course, was my mind. There must have been an off switch somewhere, but I was damned if I could find it.

I've been keeping diaries for 27 years.