Grief Was Like A Seizure That Shook

Has All The Trappings Of A Mystery Novel, Doesn't It?

The Dead Have Never Bothered Me. It's The Living That I Fear.

Being Gay Is Just One Aspect Of My Very Complicated Life. I Do Not Wear It On My Sleeve.

I Refuse To Sit On My Laurels.

Leaves Covered Pavement Like Soggy Cereal.