I finally reached the point where I knew I had to become involved or shut up.

We don't want sympathetic liberals, we want gays to represent gays... I represent the gay street people-the 14-year-old runaway from San Antonio. We have to make up for hundreds of years of persecution. We have to give hope to that poor runaway kid from San Antonio. They go to the bars because churches are hostile. They need hope! They need a piece of the pie!

I know that you cannot live on hope alone, but without it, life is not worth living. And you...And you...And you...Gotta give em hope.

If I do a good job, people won't care if I am green or have three heads.

I like to sit in the window and watch the cute boys walk by.

If you are not personally free to be yourself in that most important of all human activities... the expression of love... then life itself loses its meaning.

Coming out is the most political thing you can do