No one knew I was gay growing up but I was bullied. I was a cheerleader, fairly popular and considered straight.
Much of the international unease with the Sochi Games has focused on the threat of terrorism, Putin's domestic repressiveness, and the Russian campaign of anti-gay propaganda.
Gay diversity is like the Village People. You can all wear different stupid outfits as long as you sing the same stupid song.
I was raised thinking I'd burn in hell for being gay, but I didn't have a choice. It's just who I am.
The virtue of the civil partnerships scheme lay in the attempt to treat the needs of gay and lesbian couples as what they are, not to bundle them into some other category.
Inequality for gay and lesbian people is no longer a debatable issue in either church or state.
There's lots of stuff about me being a fan of Cliff but not being gay. Which suggests that he is, but he's not. Anyway, this is Channel 4, let their lawyers sort it out.
There are so many different camps about what being gay means. The danger comes when each one is so rigid that it sees itself as the true picture.
A lot of my friends were gay, so I was spat on on the bus daily, and I ended up in hospital a couple of times from being beaten up so badly.
I'm a gay black guy. If I can't ask questions without caring what people think of me, who can?
A liberal pretending to be a conservative? That's like a straight person pretending to be gay to get greater acceptance.
I'm terrified to get married. I'm not getting married till my gay friends can.
I don't blame homosexuals for being angry when people say they've made a choice to be gay, because they don't.
I was never honest. My father died, and I had never said to him, 'I'm gay.' I knew what I was, but I had to pretend not to be that to avoid the beatings.
I am a father, and I know the feel of being a father. Why wouldn't I want my gay friends to also be happy parents?
I think so many doors have been opened for the gay community as far as the dangers and horrors of HIV. There is so much more out-ness now.
A lot of gay men have a lot of sex. That's what we do. But I've stopped all that-the revolving door into my bedroom. Promiscuity. That was of its day, really.
I read my Bible and I pray and all of that. I really do. But at the same time, I don't think being gay is a sin. Period.
Every time I hear someone making ignorant comments about the supposed 'evils' of homosexuality, I think about the true evil of the high suicide rates among gay and lesbian teens.
I remember how being young and black and gay and lonely felt. A lot of it was fine, feeling I had the truth and the light and the key, but a lot of it was purely hell.
I know there are nights when I have power, when I could put on something and walk in somewhere, and if there is a man who doesn't look at me, it's because he's gay.
