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“This approach celebrates the distinctive strengths that often accompany LGBTQIA+ experience. The creativity that emerges from navigating complex identities. The empathy that develops through understanding marginalization. The courage that grows from choosing authenticity despite potential costs.”

“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.”

“He was a boy breaking out and into himself at once. That's what I wanted—not merely the body, desirable as it was, but its will to grow into the very world that rejects its hunger. Then I wanted more, the scent, the atmosphere of him, the taste of French fries and peanut butter under the salve of his tongue, the salt around his neck from two hour drives to nowhere and a Burger King at the edge of the county, a day of tense talk with his old man, the rust from the electric razor he shared with that old man, how I would always find it on the sink in its sad plastic case, the tobacco, weed and cocaine smoke on his fingers mixed with motor oil, all of it accumulating into the afterscent of wood smoke caught and soaked in his hair, as if when he came to me, his mouth wet and wanting, he came from a place on fire, a place he could never return to.”

“Privilege is when you contribute to the oppression of others and then claim that you are the one being discriminated against.”

“If you think your religion requires discrimination, you're probably misreading your faith.”

“I think, after what I just went through," he said eventually, "the best thing I can say to you is that we are not only one thing forever. We're allowed to change at any point in our lives. We don't have to stick to a label we give ourselves. So, you can be bi or pan or a lesbian or queer, and tomorrow you may have a better sense of who you are, or tomorrow you can be a big ole queer mess and figure it out fifty years from now.”

“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.”

“Why share LGBTQAI+ literature with all children? Because, we argue, it's an issue of basic human rights - rights that all of us deserve. We no longer hesitate to share books about other forms of diversity: race, ethnicity, socioeconomic status, age, language, women's issues, and more. Why are we still hesitant to share books about sexual orientation, gender identity and expression, and nontraditional family structures with all children?”

“In the inmost recesses of consciousness, The wound opening inwards, The spirit too proud to admit an injury, Incessantly grazed and torn again By the insensitive, the enemy that hates Difference, quality that escapes submission To common complacency, impure hypocrisy- That would annihilate what is uncommon, Challenging their meanness, their lack of standards With something electric and alive, a vibrancy That offers not a new Heaven and a new Earth But life, more life and light- To be rejected. - The Parting”

“Your journey as an LGBTQIA+ individual, or as someone supporting a loved one in this community, unfolds across terrain that is both breathtaking and challenging.”

“Every witch I’ve ever met says I’m too powerful, I’m too much, I’m not safe,” I say. “Not safe to be anyone’s friend, to study with anyone, to be trusted.” To be loved by anyone, I add silently, kicking my Doc Martens against the wall of the canal. When I’ve got control of my grief, soaring through my chest like a bird with feathers made of sorrow, I go on. “Maybe if I could actually shift it would be different, but my power doesn’t make me feel safer,” I admit, not letting my voice rise above a whisper, too ashamed to speak loudly. “Mostly, I just feel … fucking lonely.” Bastian doesn’t say anything for a while. I wonder if I spoke too quietly for him to hear. A goose flaps its wings and slides into the water, gently paddling upstream. Then he speaks. “We could study together,” he says. He doesn’t phrase it like a question, but a statement. It’s funny, because in it I hear something different. You don’t have to be alone is what I hear. I’ve not felt that in a while now, like someone believes I’m safe to be around. That someone wants my company. Bastian might treat witchcraft differently to any witch I’ve ever met, but he’s here and he’s not afraid of me. “Yeah, okay,” I say.”

“There is no shortage of people who want to hide the truth, dear Ari, and not a single one of them is of any consequence to me. In a decade, there will be another witch or wizard or magician or mundane person who comes across me and, instead of accepting a very real part of themselves, decides it's better to hide it away.”

“Light bursts behind my closed eyes, so intensely I nearly hear the popping sound. It's my brain melting, or my world ending, or maybe we've just been hit by a meteor and this is the rapture and I'm given one last perfect moment before I'm sent to purgatory and he;s sent somewhere much, much better. It isn't his first kiss - I know that - but it's his first real one.”

“This book is for three groups of people: LGBTQIA+ folks who want practical tools to flourish, loved ones who want to offer support, and therapists who want to be more affirming and effective.”

“This isn't about becoming someone new. It's about creating the conditions for who you already are to emerge more fully.”

“Sometimes I still feel that there are two of me: one clean, flawless picture, the other imperfect and cracked; one boy, one girl; one voice that speaks aloud and one that whispers in my ear; one publicly known to have been troubled but be on the mend, the other who has privately lost something to do with innocence and gained something to do with knowledge and adulthood that can never be undone. I feel sometimes there are things that tear me in two directions, that there are two sets of thoughts that grow side by side. But then I realize that I am whole, whatever that means and does not mean; I am complete without the need for additions or alteration.”

“Jack kissed him so carefully that August thought he would fall to pieces. Kissed him with the weight of knowing the price of risk. Then he gazed back at August like his heart was already breaking. It was the same face that Jack had made on the roof, in the middle of the night, when they rolled in the grass, when he sat back with August’s blood and ink on his hands, when his face was lit orange with flames, when he’d opened the door to Rina’s room, when he stared across the gym at the homecoming dance, when he pulled him from the river and breathed him back to life. Jack had been waiting. He’d been trying. He was scared. There were tears in his eyes and it took August’s breath away.”

“There have to be trans extraordinaries. Do you think we'll get to meet them?" "Probably," Jazz said, "I've personally met an absurd amount of queer extraordinaire." "Poor straight people, they really don't get to have much. Except for fake white Jesus, do they?" They took a moment of silence for the heterosexuals of the world. When enough time had passed (six seconds--straights didn't need that much sympathy), Nick clapped his hands and said, "Okay! I think I'm ready to do this.”