It makes more sense if you’ve lived it. A
I'm not sure I even need a lover, male or female. Sometimes I think I'd settle for five good friends.
Spotted the playwright in a crowd of shiny-faced people, all scrambling to be photographed with him. He had plastered a smile on his face, but he looked bereft and empty. Trapped. It was the most chil...
You don’t really know for certain about a family until somebody dies. You don’t know anything until that happens. She
Somepeople drink to foregt, I smoke to remember Anna Madrigal in Tales of the City...
Ohhh, that feels lovely. The earth knows exactly how to hold us if we just let it.
Nobody's happy. What's happy? Happiness is over when the lights come on.The older woman poured herself a glass of sangria. Screw that, she said quietly.What?Screw that. Wash your mouth out. Who taught...
Down the Peninsula at Cypress Lawn Cemetery, a woman in a paisley turban climbed out of a battered automobile and trudged up the hillside to a new grave.She stood there for a moment, humming to hersel...
Being gay has taught me tolerance, compassion and humility. It has shown me limitless possibilities of living. It has given me people whose passion and kindness and sensitivity have provided a constan...
Who’s Sally Bowles? asked Ben. I turned and looked at my younger, less theatrical half. She used to be married to Ansel Adams. You’re kidding? Yes, I am, I said. Jake
Still, I gave her a call, wondering if she might have lost someone herself, but our talk was limited to the surreal events we’d just watched on television. A crisis does draw people together, but rare...
She lifted the book to her nose and inhaled the scent lingering in its cardboard bones: a hint of rosewater and Lysol that instantly genie-summoned the Blue Moon Lodge. It was Winnemucca condensed, th...
My youth would be like that, the slow decay of cherished myths—about politics and race, about love itself—until nothing was left but compost from which something authentic could finally begin to grow.
He should have made a checklist for every step of this transformational journey to radical self-expression.
C'était le grand point fort de l'amour : quelqu'un qui vous attend et vous déclare que le chemin sera moins pénible, à partir de maintenant. Même si ce n'est peut-être pas vrai.
The hostess extended her swanlike neck and opened her mouth to the fullest. Aaaahhhaaaahhhhheeeeaaaahhhh!Somewhere in the depths of the pine forest an identical sound reverberated. An echo! exclaimed...
Sooner or later, though, no matter where in the world we live, we must join the diaspora, venturing beyond our biological family to find our logical one, the one that actually makes sense for us. We h...
Look, said Mary Ann evenly, if think you're really attractive, there must be plenty of men in town who feel the same way.Yeah, said Michael ruefully. Size queens.Oh, don't be silly! Sometimes Michae...
LIKE OTHER THINGS ABOUT HER, MARY ANN’S MENSTRUAL cycle was so regular that Mussolini might have included it on his train schedules.
It was like school spirit back in high school. He didn’t have it then, and he didn’t have it now. To him, the biggest advantage of being queer was being queer.