Lovers Should Also Have Their Days Off.

Time Engraves Our Faces With All The Tears We Have Not Shed.

My Queerness Is Not A Vice, Is Not Deliberate, And Harms No One.

The Finest Life Is Spent Creating Oneself, Not Procreating.

All Expression, All Art, Is An Indiscretion We Commit Against Ourselves. This Is Not An 'impoverishment' But An Increase In Wealth, For It Is In This Way That We Make The Short Hours Of Our Lives Live On Beyond Themselves.

We Know All Their Gods; They Ignore Ours. What They Call Our Sins Are Our Gods, And What They Call Their Gods, We Name Otherwise.