I think I started out okay but with AIDS came a great deal of silence about gayness and this period of lose and morning, but at the same time a kind of feeling like you wanted to get back into the closet because being gay was such a terrible thing at that point.

I think it is really sad that when people lose their homes they kind of lose their minds too.

Just because you are blind and unable to see my beauty doesn't mean it does not exist.

I've always been an ajumma, but when you get older, the culture we were brought up in works in our favor where aging is good, combatting the Hollywood idea that aging is bad. I'm very grateful for that.

Sex in general, for me, is a lot of different aspects of humanity, not just my relationships. It's my relationship to myself and my body.

Being called ugly and fat and disgusting to look at from the time I could barely understand what the words meant has scarred me so deep inside that I have learned to hunt, stalk, claim, own and defend my own loveliness.

I have permanent damage to my body because I wanted to be thin.