I'm Not A Pollyanna Sort Of Kumbaya

You Can’t Pray Away The Gay, But You Can Torture A Conflicted Closet Case To Death.

I Always Kind Of Divided The Gay Guys I Met Up Into Two Groups When I First Started Coming Out. There Were The Guys Who Thought There Was Something Fundamentally Wrong With Them And Hated Themselves And Were So Burdened With Shame And Internalized Homophobia. It Just Really Paralyzed And Shredded Them. And Then There Were Guys Like Me Who Thought, "i'm Fine, Everybody Else Is Crazy. My Church Is Sick And The Family's Crazy, But Me? I'm Fine."

I Don't Think That Sin And Pursuing Happiness Are Not Necessarily The Same Thing.

I Don't Write About My Life In My Column.

I Really Enjoy Doing Theater, But Doing Theater In Seattle Is Like Dropping A Brick In A Bottomless Well. It's Gratifying, But It's Almost Like Doing Radio. It's Ephemeral.