But I think we both knew, even then, that what we had was something even more rare, and even more meaningful. I was going to be his friend, and was going to show him possibilities. And he, in turn, would become someone I could trust more than myself.

I find my greatest strength in wanting to be strong. I find my greatest bravery in deciding to be brave.

People like to say being gay isn't like skin color, isn't anything physical. They tell us we always have the option of hiding.But if that's true, why do they always find us?

If you put enough closets together, you have enough space for a room. If you put enough rooms together, you have enough room for a house. If you put enough houses together, you have space for a town, then a city, then a nation, then a world.

If you put enough closets together, you have enough space for a room. If you put enough rooms together, you have enough space for a house. If you put enough houses together, you have space for a town, then a city, then a nation, then a world.

it's like kissing a boy, finally, a boy

They wouldn't beat him up. They wouldn't break his ribs. He knew that. But they had other ways of breaking him - with silence, with disappointment, with disapproval.

I think they would like the songs betterif I left out the names, or changedthe pronouns.

They kept fighting, even after we were gone. Or especially because we were gone. They kept fighting for us. We are gone and maybe our spirits are gone too, as the ones who knew us stop remembering us so often, or come to join us. But the spirit of that strengh it carries through.