Coming Out, All The Way Out, Is

My Private Measure Of Success Is Daily. If This Were To Be The Last Day Of My Life Would I Be Content With It? To Live In A Harmonious Balance Of Commitments And Pleasures Is What I Strive For.

Charity Is A Cop-out So Traditionally Female In Its Apparent Self-effacement That There Seems Resonant Comfort In It. We're No Longer Supposed To Serve The Imaginations Of Men Who Have Dominated Us. We Are To Give Up Ourselves Instead To Those Whose Suffering Is Greater Than Our Own. Looking Down Is Just As Distorting As Looking Up And As Dangerous In Perpetuating Hierarchies.

Writing Is Far Too Hard Work To Say What Someone Else Wants Me To. Serving It As A Craft, Using It As A Way Of Growing In My Own Understanding, Seems To Me To Be A Beautiful Way To Live. And If That Product Is Shareable With Other People, So Much The Better.

As A Writer, I Must Be Free To Say What Is In All The Diversity I Can Command. I Regret The Distorting Prejudices That Surround Me, Whether They Affect Homosexuals Or Men Or The Physically Handicapped And I Can't Alone Defeat Them. They Will Not Defeat Me, Either As A Lesbian Or A Writer.

If We Don't Bear Witness As Citizens, As People, As Individuals, The Right That We Have Had To Life Is Sacrificed. There Is A Silence, Instead Of A Speaking Presence.