Lgbtq Experience Quotes

I'm on the younger end of Gen X, and for me, growing up gay was not cool.

It's true - I am a bisexual. But I can't deny that I've used that fact very well. I suppose it's the best thing that ever happened to me.

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.

I was a gay kid who didn't know I was a gay kid, which was really challenging because you think there is something wrong with you until you understand what it is.

For some strange reason, my gay life didn't get easier when I came out. Quite the opposite happened, really.

I don't know that I had context for being trans until I moved to Rochester, New York, to pursue my dream of acting, and started going to drag shows. I had never seen a transsexual before, and I didn't yet fully understand my own identity.

I'd be devastated if my son grows up to be a hetero. I mean, I'd still love him ... but as a parent you just envision a certain life for your child. I mean, if he's straight, think of all the fabulous things he's going to miss out on. When I think my son might never know the joys of having a quarter share on Fire Island and walking through Judy Garland Memorial Park on the way to the Meat Rack.

Growing up, one of my cousins was an out gay man.

I thought they were staring at me because I was gay. But it was because I was on the telly.

There are so many things and so many aspects to gay life that I've discovered and so many things to write about. I have a new life, and I have a new take on dance music because of that life.

The worst part of being gay in the twentieth century is all that damn disco music to which one has to listen.

No self-respecting gay guy would have ever made some of the hair and clothing choices I am still trying to live down.

The moment to tell my barber I was gay just never came up.

My coming out was just so boring.

I didn't have a coming out moment.

I'm a very recent convert to the gay scene. I went to a party a couple of years ago and met a very nice man who took me under his wing and started taking me out to clubs. It was a revelation.

Growing up in a Jewish matriarchal world inside the patriarchal paradise of Salt Lake City, Utah, gave me increased perspective on gender issues, as it also did my gay brother and my lesbian sister. Our younger sister is the perfect Jewish-American wife and mother, and is fiercely proud of that fact.

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

Gay people in general, I think, like telling secrets because we have to hide a huge secret for the first half of our lives. Why would we want to keep any more?

Most simply but profoundly, I chose to live an honest life, which I think as a gay person is not a given.

It was never like I had to go, 'I am gay.' Slowly, almost by osmosis, by the way I was behaving, it became obvious and accepted.

I always had this idea that, 'Sure, I wished I was a boy and felt more like a boy and all of that.' But I wasn't, so I would deal with it. And I for some reason thought there were other lesbians that felt that way and that was just part of that community.

My mom died before she knew I was gay, and my dad thought it was a phase, then realized it wasn't.

I came out to my parents when I was a junior in college. And it was pretty fine. They were more concerned with why I wasn't dating anyone. But now I'm 36, and I still don't date anyone.

I will never forget what it was like coming out and having nobody to look up toward.