Ally Sheedy Quotes

You know, I'm gay and I grew up being aware of that at a very early age, in a fairly repressed family.

Anyone who is an enemy of mine, let him love women, but let he who is my friend rejoice in men.

My dad was a very conservative Republican businessman, so obviously I considered it a problem when I realized I was a lesbian.

As anyone who is gay will confirm, being that way is not something you become, it is a set of emotional and physical responses that just are.

I know a lot of gay males who I work with that are fantastic people and I love hanging out with them. But because I hang out and bring gay men into my life, does that mean that I'm gay? I promise you that I very much love women.

I knew that I was different when I was six years old, but it wasn't until I got to about 10 or 11 that I realised I was a gay man.

Since puberty, I've always known there was a possibility of me being with a man. It wasn't anything I felt the need to explore until the time came to explore it.

I was born gay, OK? I've always known. I don't think my family were the least bit surprised.

Me, I'm a lesbian: I find women fascinating.

My father is gay.

Being gay, you're kind of forced to ask, I suppose, very existential questions from a very, very early age. Your identity becomes so important to you because you're trying to understand it, and, I think, from the age of, like, 9, you're being forced to ask questions... that other kids maybe don't have to ask.

I actually don't label myself, but... Some people call me queer; some people call me bisexual, whatever it is now. I'm happy with all of it 'cause it all sort of represents me, in a way. I spent a majority of my life in the closet.

I've wondered what my sexuality might be, but I've never wondered whether it was acceptable or not. Anyway, who really cares whether I'm gay or straight?

I think for a long time I wasn't really out to myself growing up in Omaha, Neb., to a Catholic conservative family. It took me a while to come out to myself, and not long after that, I came out to them. I think that it really couldn't have been a better experience. They were all immediately supportive.

The gay community just recognizes what their closets are and we straight have to spend years trying to figure out which closet we are trapped in.

The fact is, I'm gay, always have been, always will be, and I couldn't be any more happy, comfortable with myself, and proud.

I am not, I repeat, NOT a lesbian - even though I'd like to be one when I grow up.

I can't speak for other people, but for me, I feel like gone are the days that you need to come out of a closet. I never felt like I was in a closet. I never did. I always felt comfortable with who I am and the decisions I made.

People who were close to me - family and friends - they knew about my sexuality.

I came out to myself when I was about 15 or 16, and to my parents when I was 18. When you come out to your parents, that's when it's properly official.

The way I approach the character isn't about being gay or straight. It's just about who you love. Gender has very little to do with it.

Everyone got kind of crazy with me mentioning I was in love with a woman.

Deep down, my mom had long suspected I was gay... Much of her anger and hurt came from her sense of betrayal that she was the last to be told.

Even in high school, I had friends that I didn't know were gay until years later. I'd find out on Facebook or something and be like, 'Oh, that explains some things,' or 'Wow, no wonder they were so cool.'

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.