There are brilliant out lesbians and gay men and bisexuals and transgendered people and heterosexuals keeping the fire of change alive. Not a day goes by when I don't feel grateful to them for their work.

I don't much care who is gay or straight or married or not. I mostly notice if they are brave enough to confront bigotry.

The building of friendship, family, community and love is complicated. We are so isolated in this country, no longer supported by tribes and villages.

It is a full time job being honest one moment at a time, remembering to love, to honor, to respect. It is a practice, a discipline, worthy of every moment.

Anything that is non-violent is OK with me.

One disco, one soft ball game, one lost love, one gay pride rally at a time.

I always try to honor a character by being honest and truthful to who they are, in spite of my own personality and beliefs.