Breezy journalistic sentences about wealthy white people unaware that other human beings are real became the rubber stamp product of the elite MFA programs.

Sometimes a person has to stop talking about art for a moment and take a look around.

I want to be a witness to my own time because I've had a sneaking suspicion lately that I'm gonna live a lot longer than most of the people I meet. If I'm gonna be the only one still around to say what happened, I'd better pay close attention now.

Since Freud, people think you either want to be a man or hate men. You only exist in relationship to men.

The wind smelled clean, like clean magazines. It smelled like invisible ink.

My readers are 90 percent gay, and it's who I write for. I am not here to entertain straight people.

Probably, the nature of homophobia will never be widely interrogated, while we will continue to be excluded from school curricula, subjected to vicious media distortions, or entirely ignored, denied basic civil rights while our demands are ridiculed and derided. But in the midst of all this only one thing has changed for certain. We have changed. We will never go back into the closet.