Finally, fighting for gay rights, speaking out in various places and making friends, men and women, was great.

Homophobia is just that: a phobia.

If every time you engage in a sex act, you go into a confession box, you will never accept your own sexuality.

It wouldn't have mattered to my mother if I married a black, was gay, lived in a commune or wore a dress.

I felt like an apostle of the obvious and people imagined that I was doing something daring.

My father was a pedant and a bully who cared about nobody, and I was not to see him until I was eighteen.

Men spend their whole lives showing that they're strong and silent. They fight for independence the way women struggle to connect.