People might find me attractive, but it's also my job to prove that I can be intelligent.

Normal" isn't an adjective you wish to hear after putting that much effort into making sure it was spectacular.

I could tell by his expression that once he got over his anger at me for keeping this secret from him, there was nothing left to talk about. He wasn't confused. He didn't need questions answered. He didn't ask why or how or with whom or whether I thought maybe it might just be a phase. He didn't ask who knew and who didn't know or whether I thought it might ruin my career. I was his sister and he didn't care whether I was straight or gay; it simply didn't matter to him.

I try to be feminine, yet intellectual and smart at the same time. You don't see enough of that.

I highly recommend inviting the worst-case scenario into your life.

The most important thing for me was to never, ever, ever deny it. But I didn't really have the courage to talk about it. I was thinking, The people who need to know I'm gay know.

Women in the postfeminist era, while supposedly strong and commanding and equal to men in every sense, looked weaker and smaller than ever before.