Gay people are not in the habit of thinking of ourselves as leading our civilization, and yet we do.

Gay culture is far from 'marginal,' being rather 'intersectional,' the conduits between unlike beings.

He called her: mother of pearl, barley woman, rice provider, millet basket, corn maid, flax princess, all-maker, weef She called him: fawn, roebuck, stag, courage, thunderman, all-in-green, mountain strider, keeper of forests, my-love-rides

The shaman/priest/artist/teacher/leader does not operate for the sole benefit of herself and her kind but for the benefit of the people at large and of the universe and its patterns, as becomes what she perceives as fitting into place, into her sense of natural justice.

The walls of the closet are guarded by the dogs of terror, and the inside of the closet is a house of mirrors.

We lavender folk spray up, spontaneously flowering in the color we had learned as an identifying mark of our culture when it was subterranean and secret.

Those who believe they are ugly / objectify the rest of us.