. . . . . . what I was born does not matter, only what I will make of myself, only what I will become.
I'm not looking for a boyish girl. I'm looking for a boy. And I'm not looking for a girlish boy either.
I knew that I was gay in every bone of my body. So I did the only thing I could do. I started the movement.
When we begin to love and respect Great Mother Nature's gift to us of gayness, we'll discover that the bondage of our childhood and adolescence in the trials and tribulations of neitherness was actually an apprenticeship for teaching her children new cutting edges of consciousness and social change. In stunning paradox, our neitherness is our talisman, our fairie wand, our gift we bring to the hetero world to. . . . transform their pain into healings;. . . transform their tears to laughter:. . . transform their hand-me-downs to visions of loveliness.
Give yourself permission to enjoy being gay. You do have to give yourself permission. You have been told you may not. Give yourself permission to be free.
I always say to people, "If you share my dream, why don't we walk together?" And that's my only organizing tool.
With the full realization that, in order to earn for ourselves any place in the sun, we must with perseverance and self-discipline work collectively for the full first-class citizenship participation of Minorities everywhere, including ourselves.
When my father would yell at me, I told myself someday I'd use it in a book.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair, hover through fog and filthy air.
[To Oleg Cassini:] Just make sure no one has exactly the same dress I do. . . I want all of mine to be original & no fat little woman hopping around in the same dress.
The House of Lords is a model of how to care for the elderly.