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“So, let me get this straight-- You want me to stop being a lesbian and being attracted to women because it is a 'sin'? Last time I checked, when you lie you are sinning. Sure, I could tell you I am no longer a lesbian or that I am no longer attracted to women and am straight, or I could even tell you the moon is made of cheese. I could tell you many things, but the moon will still not be made of cheese, and I will still not be attracted to men. I could tell you a lie in order to placate you, but isn’t the truth supposed to set me free? I choose truth over lies any day of the week.”

“I want to fuck and be fucked, to be so interested in them that the sex is interrupted by conversation, and then the conversation by sex. Maybe I just want intimacy, the tactile kind. The getting-to-know-you-from-the-inside-out kind. The three-fingers-deep, mouth-tasting-of-you kind. The I'm-hungry-let's-make-toast-at-three-in-the-morning-so-we-can-keep-going kind. The lesbian kind.”

“When selecting a one-night stand, a heterosexual woman who is materialistic is a trillion times more likely to choose a sexually unattractive poor man who seems rich over a sexually attractive rich man who seems poor.”

“Miss Murray is leaning on the door. "Ash, come on. It's time to go." Her hand is so tight on the handle, her knuckles are pale. She's looking at the floor. "Miss Murray?" "What?" She doesn't move. I stare at her face but she doesn't return the look. "I love you." The air in the room has frozen, every atom suspended. Then her tense body slackens. Her hand loosens its grip on the door and she turns her head slowly towards me. She meets my gaze for a moment. Her eyes have dark rings under them. Her forehead is creased with worry. Her cheeks are pale. I want to make it all OK. I want to make her happy. I desperately want to touch her face. "I know," she says quietly.”

“Look, Clara,” I say enthusiastically and raise my hand to show my lover the beautiful butterfly couple, but then I realize that she’s already noticed them. Sitting up, she nods to me with a smile. Her gaze follows them, just like mine, until they’ve finally disappeared out of sight, without rushing and without a destination. Now Clara turns to me, with a smile that lights up her deep, dark eyes. The most beautiful sight in the world, I think dreamily, gently plucking a thistle from her disheveled hair. “That’s certainly a good omen,” she says, lost in thought. “For what?” I ask, smiling. She winks at me. “For the future. For our life. For whatever you want.”

“Do you remember that movie we saw when we were little?” I begin. “The Great Escape—we watched it with Dad at least seven or eight times. It was about these American pilots in a German POW camp who dig this long, long tunnel that runs the length of the compound. But, on the night of the escape, when they reach the end of the tunnel, they realize they’re six meters short of the forest. Their calculations had been off by six meters! They’ve got no choice but to risk their necks and make a run for it, in plain view of the guards. Do you remember?” “No,” she says indifferently. “Whatever. What I’m trying to say is: Being with a woman is like sticking your head out of the tunnel and discovering that you’ve actually dug through those last few meters.”

“«¿Recuerdas aquella película de cuando éramos pequeñas? —empiezo—. Se titulaba La gran evasión. La vimos con papá al menos siete u ocho veces. Iba de unos aviadores americanos reclusos en un campo de prisioneros de la Alemania nazi. Conseguían excavar un túnel larguísimo que atravesaba todo el recinto del campo. Pero la noche de la evasión, cuando salían del túnel, se percataban de que les quedaban seis metros para llegar al bosque. ¡Habían errado en los cálculos seis metros! Luego no tenían más remedio que jugarse la vida recorriendo esa distancia expuestos a la mirada de los guardias. ¿Te acuerdas?». «No», suelta con indiferencia. «No importa. Lo que quería decir es que estar con una mujer es como sacar la cabeza al exterior y descubrir que de verdad has excavado esos seis metros que quedaban».”

“Love has no gender - compassion has no religion - character has no race.”

“Being homosexual is no more abnormal than being lefthanded.”

“Either you are homophobic or you are a human - you cannot be both.”

“In the unification of two minds, orientation of sexuality is irrelevant.”

“Can you imagine, somebody telling you, your love for your dearly beloved is a sin! Can you imagine, somebody telling you, women are inferior to men, and are meant only serve the men! Can you imagine, somebody telling you, a man can have multiple wives, and yet be deemed civilized! Here that somebody is a fundamentalist ape - a theoretical pest from the stone-age, that somehow managed to survive even amidst all the rise of reasoning and intellect.”

“Homosexuals are not made, they are born.”

“Homosexuality is immutable, irreversible and nonpathological.”

“June, you have killed my sincerity too. I will never again know who I am, what I am, what I love, what I want. Your beauty has drowned me, the core of me. You carry away with you a part of me reflected in you. When your beauty struck me, it dissolved me. Deep down, I am not different from you. I dreamed you, I wished for your existence. You are the woman I want to be. I see in you that part of me which is you. I feel compassion for your childish pride, for your trembling unsureness, your dramatization of events, your enhancing of the loves given to you. I surrender my sincerity because if I love you it means we share the same fantasies, the same madness.”

“Thus is the defining characteristic of gay millennials: we straddle the pre-Glee and post-Glee worlds. We went to high school when faggot wasn’t even considered an F-word, when being a lesbian meant boys just didn’t want you, when being nonbinary wasn’t even a remote option. We grew up without queer characters in our cartoons or Nickelodeon or Disney or TGIF sitcoms. We were raised in homophobia, came of age as the world changed around us, and are raising children in an age where it’s never been easier to be same-sex parents. We’re both lucky and jealous. As the state of gay evolved culturally and politically, we were old enough to see it and process it and not take it for granted–old enough to know what the world was like without it. Despite the success of Drag Race, the existence of lesbian Christmas rom-coms, and openly transgender Oscar nominees, we haven’t moved on from the trauma of growing up in a culture that hates us. We don’t move on from trauma, really. We can’t really leave it in the past. It becomes a part of us, and we move forward with it. For LGBTQ+ millennials, our pride is couched in painful memories of a culture repulsed and frightened by queerness. That makes us skittish. It makes us loud. It makes us fear that all this progress, all this tolerance , all of Billy Porter's red carpet looks can vanish as quickly as it all appeared.”

“Meg kellett szoknom, hogy át kell gondolni, mit árulok el a partneremről, hogy hogyan viselkedem nyilvánosan. Nem azért, mert szégyenlős voltam – feszengtem persze egy kicsit, de nem próbáltam titkolni a kapcsolataimat –, csak hát az akkori barátnőm, Kátya teljesen leszbofób volt. A barátai közül szinte senki sem tudott a kapcsolatunkról. (...) Követtem őt, mint egy kiskutya, a tenyeremen akartam őt hordozni, összevissza akartam őt csókolgatni, kényeztetni akartam minden egyes pillanatban. Ő meg semmibe vett engem.”

“If you start freaking out, call me and we’ll go for a walk. Or we’ll ride the night buses. We’ll smoke some pot and get the giggles and eat a whole bag of chips. We’ll walk up and down the alleys looking for treasure and avoiding skunks. Any of those things. None of those things. Whatever you can think of. In fact, you don’t even have to think about all the silly things. I can do that too. Your girlfriend will be in charge of distractions.”