Coming out to gays is a way of affirming sanity and self-worth.

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

As I said, men value their independence in a weird way, above practically everything.

I'm really not an avowed heterosexual. I'm no more proud of it than of being white or tall.

All love is original, no matter how many other people have loved before.

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

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