Thanks so much, everybody, for making gay marriage legal, thank you for everything you've done-I'm just going to walk through that door

I married him for a green card. We had a really great, caring relationship; it just obviously wasn't right for me.

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.

When you have the paparazzi hiding in the bushes outside your home, the only thing you can control is how you respond publicly.

Shame weighs a lot more than flesh and bone.

If I was 14 and knew some gay people, I wouldn't nearly have had the struggle I had. Our world is definitely changing.

When it’s quiet in my head like this, that’s when the voice doesn’t need to tell me how pathetic I am. I know it in the deepest part of me. When it’s quiet like this, that’s when I truly hate myself.