I dream of a post-racial society that is not categorized by the color of their skin.

I dream in color, and I have visions of feelings and energies that I would love to feel.

I think I would love to have dinner with Gandhi; Jesus Christ; Mother Theresa; Ingrid Newkirk, the president of PETA; and Madonna.

I really feel like the sky is the limit. I'm a dreamer, and I dream in full vivid color HD.

What's it like to figure out you're gay and then begin the process of coming out? Well, for most of my life, I felt doomed. I could imagine no path that would allow me to realize my authentic self. I felt the need to lie, even to myself, insisting: I am straight.

I dream, therefore I exist.