I have almost completed a long novel, but it is unpublishable until my death and England's.

In the unification of two minds, orientation of sexuality is irrelevant.

Love has no gender - compassion has no religion - character has no race.

Either you are homophobic or you are a human - you cannot be both.

Homosexuals are not made, they are born.

Homosexuality is immutable, irreversible and nonpathological.

Being homosexual is no more abnormal than being lefthanded.

Can you imagine, somebody telling you, your love for your dearly beloved is a sin! Can you imagine, somebody telling you, women are inferior to men, and are meant only serve the men! Can you imagine, somebody telling you, a man can have multiple wives, and yet be deemed civilized! Here that somebody is a fundamentalist ape - a theoretical pest from the stone-age, that somehow managed to survive even amidst all the rise of reasoning and intellect.

The memories were strange clingy things like burrs knotted in his hair. He could choose to let them be, he only felt them when he pulled them, and he could pretend they weren't there like positioning his head on a pillow so as not to notice the lumps against his scalp. But amidst the commotion of the parade—a strange cocoon—he recalled things sharply. He had a part in Dam leaving the palace, and ever since that point, his best friend was headed down a dangerous path.

I was determined that in fiction anyway two men should fall in love and remain in it for the ever and ever that fiction allows.

Words exist only in theory. And then one ordinary day you run into a word that exists only in theory. And you meet it face to face. And then that word becomes someone you know. That word becomes someone you hate. And you take that word with you wherever you go. And you can't pretend it isn't there.

We are not human beings having a spiritual experience but spiritual beings having a human experience.

I felt old. Again. It had been happening a lot lately. I did not live the life of an old lady, but I could hear it beckoning to me, like a mermaid on a rock."— Michelle Tea, "Paris: A

I want you forever. I will always be with you. I will always love you. I will love, honor, and cherish you for all eternity.

I've always loved being gay. Sure, Kenya was not exactly Queer Nation but my sexuality gave me joy. I was young, not so dumb and full of cum! There was no place for me in heaven but I was content munching devil's pie here on earth.

A huge part of what animates homophobia among young people is paranoia and fear of their own capacity to be gay themselves.

It’s never too late to find that one person who can change you, for a reason, a season or a lifetime.

Living in a world of darkness doesn't mean we must surrender, but to survive, we need to occasionally unleash the diva from within.

Without people coming in to our lives we never evolve, we just remain stagnant. Surely there is more to life than standing still whilst letting it pass you by. What’s even worse, is living a life pretending to be someone, or something that you believe others want you to be.

With those shared personal stories and our own valued experiences we all, sometimes unknowingly, have a unique quality to impress vast and contrasting individual footprints onto this world. You may not relate to me as a drag queen, or even a gay man for that matter. However if you take away that small portion of my life, you’ll soon discover that I’m just like someone who’s already a part of your life, that you’re close to. First and foremost, I am someone’s son, someone’s best friend, someone’s partner or someone who you may perhaps meet on the street one day, extending his hand to you when you need it the most, without judgment or hatred.

Find the Seventh Sister,And the girl shall be,Your spiritual guardian,For eternity.

It all started when Dam went missing.