gay

The novel space is a pure space. I'm nobody once I go into that room. I'm not gay, I'm not bald, I'm not Irish. I'm not anybody. I'm nobody. I'm the guy telling the story, and the only person that matters is the person reading that story, the target. It's to get that person to feel what I'm trying to dramatize.

All men are created equal. Now matter how hard they try, they can never erase those words. That is what America is about.

Gay marriage - it's not about two people being gay: it's about two people who love each other and who have decided to commit to each other for the exact same reasons any other couple would get married.

People have often asked if I'm gay because I don't go out of my way to spit and scratch and give people attitude.

In general there should be gay characters in YA because a) surprise, there are gay folks everywhere and b) in my opinion as a father, there__ not a damn thing wrong with my child encountering gay folks in her literature, because see point a).

here__ a toast to Alan Turingborn in harsher, darker timeswho thought outside the containerand loved outside the linesand so the code-breaker was brokenand we__e sorryyes now the s-word has been spokenthe official conscience woken_ very carefully scripted but at least it__ not encrypted __nd the story does suggesta part 2 to the Turing Test:1. can machines behave like humans?2. can we?

Democracy! Bah! When I hear that I reach for my feather boa!

Life is like a song, it will eventually end...so enjoy it!

You can stop waiting, you know,' she says. 'For what?' 'For God to strike you down.

He's experienced.He has a mind.He seduced me and took his time doing it. He's good company.He makes me think.Knowing him has changed me forever.

Our one employee came warily out of the back. He was always skittish with me, and if Lizzy wasn't around, h made a point of keeping his distance. I think he was expecting me to make a pass at him. He was seventeen, had stringy black hair,bad skin, and probably weighed a buck five soaked wet. I didn't have the heart to tell him he wasn't my type.

Be more gay, I beseech you!

Make no mistake, hiding one's true self away in a closet and creating a facade of heterosexuality is not without its consequences. It may appear to have a degree of safety but from my experience they are very unhealthy places and do all kinds of terrible things to individuals psychologically, emotionally and behaviourally.....to say nothing of projection. The damage of the fear, shame, guilt and self-loathing that exist inside a closet are often reflected unknowingly in the external life of the individual. In or out of the closet; there is a price to pay. Each individual must weigh up the consequences of honesty, openness, secrecy and deception for themselves. Coming out, for most of us, is like an exorcism that releases us of the darkness we have lived in for years and caused us to believe awful things about ourselves. On the other side of the looking glass are freedom, light and life.

...our witness, one Edward Littleton, was as gay as Elton John's handbag.

GUYS! Would you give it a rest?" Kevin shouted at them, "You're standing there feeding off each other! Dad _ you're trying to prove to Ted why me and Dani are a Bad Thing _ because you just can't bring yourself to admit that it isn't, even though you can SEE that it isn't! You know it! And Ted _ you're pushing my dad's buttons on purpose because you're not so sure yourself how you really feel about us - her, me, any of it! So both of ya just SHUT THE HELL UP!" He turned back towards Dani, "Dani _ you're beautiful and I love you _ but this wasn't one of your best ideas. Now everyone just be quiet while I hit the stupid little white ball and make it go into the stupid little round hole! GAWD!"All three of them stared at Kevin while he swung. The stupid little white ball flew straight and high, and landed on the green. Apparently a little focus _ no matter what it was directed towards _ was just what Kevin needed.

Maybe I grew up too fast, maybe that's my trouble. I feel so lost out here...hung up between two worlds; half-kid and half-adult, half-boy and half-girl. And sometimes it seems like I get the dirty side of both.

He's wearing flannel!" Alan yelped. "He's shoving his straight in my face!

Despite their exhaustion and worries, Miner and Ennek made love that night, tracing fingers and tongues over one another's marks and scars. Their bodies were like books, Ennek thought, and their stories could be read inch by inch. He hoped fervently for happy endings.