His eyes are like a telescope. I look into them and I'm transported across the universe to a world I've never been.

Stop trying to save me. You couldn't then; you can't now.

And it’s more. It’s about getting past that question of whats wrong with me, to knowing there’s nothing wrong, that you were born this way. You're a normal person and a beautiful person and you should be proud of who you are. You deserve to live and live with dignity and show people your pride.

But its not funny. Not to people who've been told they're losers their whole lives and believe they will never be anything else.

I close my eyes and black out the day. The exhaustion of living through it, surviving.

It was all about hate. There should be laws. We're there laws? Can you legislate against hatred?

Secrets. I can't take then with me. If I do, when I go, when I arrive at my final destination, I'll be . . . impure.