Where I Get Bored Is When I

I've Heard Other Gay People Say When They Were Growing Up They Felt 'foreign.' Growing Up, I Was Able To Label These Feelings As: 'i'm A Protestant.' It Wasn't Until I Left, I Thought: 'oh, Those Weren't Protestant Feelings.'

All These People I Interview Are Worth Ten Times What I'm Worth.

I Am Camp. Lots Of Gay Men Can't Cope With Their Campness. They Are In Denial About It.

All My Day Is Spent Dealing With Other People. When I Come Home I Like It To Be Empty. The Presence Of Others In My House Kind Of Annoys Me. I Love Coming Home And Shutting The Doors. I Feel Brain Dead. I'm Relatively Available, But Not To Live With.

I Have Nothing To Say About My Childhood. It Was A Perfectly Pleasant Upbringing - It's Not Like It Was Unhappy Or Anything.