I grew up in Oklahoma, a redneck state. When I realized I was gay, I really had to hide and be very careful.

They have passion and are hard-driven. They're amazing.

I come from Fort Lauderdale, and I like places like that, where it's OK if I have a boyfriend, to hold his hand.

Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it."

Goethe

The blond boy in the red trunks is holding your head underwater because he is trying to kill you, and you deserve it, you do, and you know this, and you are ready to die in this swimming pool because you wanted to touch his hands and lips and this means your life is over anyway. You’re in eighth grade. You know these things. You know how to ride a dirt bike, and you know how to do long division, and you know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy, unless he keeps his mouth shut, which is what you didn't do, because you are weak and hollow and it doesn't matter anymore.

Not all gays respond to the same stuff. Would Alexander the Great have loved Auntie Mame?