Gay Quotes - Page 5

People like to say being gay isn't like skin color, isn't anything physical. They tell us we always have the option of hiding.
But if that's true, why do they always find us?

Gay people got a right to be as miserable as everyone else.

I don't think he likes girls", I said. "Or boys. Look at the horror on his face. He doesn't look like a people person.

Gray,” he whispered in his ear.
Grayson moaned softly in return.
“I'm here for you. I exist only for you. Tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it.

Konnor wanted to touch and taste him, and take him to the point of ecstasy where he couldn't even remember his own name. And Grayson was more than willing to let him do that.
“Yes, that too.” He smiled, as if he found his surprise amusing. He leaned forward until their lips were inches from each other and whispered, “Anything.

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

Goethe

History is written by the survivors.

For you cannot live in New York City very long and not be conscious of the niceties of being rich - the city is, after all, an ecstatic exercise in merchandising - and one evening of his visit to Venezuela Sutherland sat straight up when he read a line of Santayana’s: “Money is the petrol of life.

Mills was experienced enough to understand what gay men were often forced to be in this world: romantic opportunists.

What was it with gay men and art photos of nude male torsos?

Men are - by nature - stupid creatures.

I think I can speak with some experience on this. Both as a man and well, a gay man. It's bad enough to be one of the stupid creatures. It's quite another to be attracted to them. Cursed at both ends: brain and dick.

So many important New York musicians were gay, one wit dubbed the American Composers League the Homintern.

Does he know about me? George wonders; do any of them? Oh yes, probably. It wouldn't interest them. They don't want to know about my feelings or my glands or anything below my neck. I could just as well be a severed head carried into the classroom to lecture to them from a dish.

He swallowed, and his voice was a bit rough, but he was "You know, I think moving is key to this whole fucking thing."
"This does t feel good?" Gavin kissed under Jamie's ear while rubbing circles around his nipples with a hard palm.
"What is this, Fucking For Slackers?

Oh, hell. You're a fairy," I said.

"Yeah," he said. "You know, they call it 'being gay' nowadays, but sure, whatever.

Is this your boyfriend?" the first nun asked.
Clair Olivia looked me up and down. “No. This is my gay friend who decided he was straight and single-handedly wrecked havoc at an all-boys school in Massachusetts this fall. He’s gay again and home for Christmas, so yay!