Kate Clinton Quotes

She, uh, came out of the closet recently, my niece. Um... She announced to the family that she's a lesbian and... She's seven, did I mention that? And, uh, I don't even know if she knows what a lesbian is, but I support her completely. And, uh... I'll tell you what's heartbreaking. My sister punished her for it. Can you believe that? No pussy for a week. Which to us may not sound like... But when you're seven, you know, a week is a long time.

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

I was a lesbian for a semester at Wesleyan - it was a graduation requirement.

I watched a million coming-out videos, and that was kind of how I accepted it myself.

It was shortly before my 18th birthday when I came out and admitted that I was gay.

When I was 13, my mum knew that I was gay, and she just always knew.

My friend's mom said to me, 'honey, I think you're gay.' And I go, 'yeah, I am.' As soon as someone vocalized it to me, gave me permission. I was like, 'yes, yes, yeah!'

The hardest part about rollerblading is telling your parents you're gay.

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.

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

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

I guess I had a suspicion of it my entire life without knowing exactly what it was - knowing that there was something different about me, which I attributed to being an artist. At 11 or 12 I started sort of clarifying for myself. It took a while.

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.

I never thought to myself, I'm going to grow up and fall in love with a man or I'm going to fall in love with a woman because my mother is a lesbian.

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.

I don't know what would have been worse: If Mira had come home one day to say she was gay or an actress.

I never talked about homosexuality with my family. After I was 18, they know everything, but I never talk; it was like an information but in silence. I start to talk when I was 32, it was good for me - it was like a liberation. I'm talking about a love story. I'm not talking about sex because love is love.

I don't know, maybe my sons will be gay.

I think one's sexuality can be the center of life, and coming out and discovering your sexuality is something that really can define your existence.

I love my parents. Coming out to them was sort of coming out to myself. I educated them, and I wanted our relationship to keep growing. I wanted them to be a part of my life still. I wanted to be able to share with them what I was going through.

I have never thought about my sexuality being right or wrong. To me it has always been a case of finding the right person.

I didn't know if I was heterosexual or homosexual.

I've always had tremendous support from my parents. I think there's a myth that gay people have lousy relationships with their parents. Maybe there are logical reasons for a gay person not to have a great relationship with their parents - not because there's a parent who made him gay, but just because it may be difficult to understand everything.

Maybe there are logical reasons for a gay person not to have a great relationship with their parents - not because there's a parent who made him gay, but just because it may be difficult to understand everything.