100 Quotes About Lgbt

Last night I was seriously considering whether I was a bisexual or not but I don’t think so though I’m not sure if I’d like to be and argh I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that, if you like a person, you like the person, not their genitals. Jess C. Scott

But where was God now, with heaven full of astronauts, and the Lord overthrown? I miss God. I miss the company of someone utterly loyal. I still don't think of God as my betrayer. The servants of God, yes, but servants by their very nature betray. I miss God who was my friend. I don't even know if God exists, but I do know that if God is your emotional role model, very few human relationships will match up to it. I have an idea that one day it might be possible, I thought once it had become possible, and that glimpse has set me wandering, trying to find the balance between earth and sky. If the servants hadn't rushed in and parted us, I might have been disappointed, might have snatched off the white samite to find a bowl of soup. As it is, I can't settle, I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and know that love is as strong as death, and be on my side for ever and ever. I want someone who will destroy and be destroyed by me. There are many forms of love and affection, some people can spend their whole lives together without knowing each other's names. Naming is a difficult and time-consuming process; it concerns essences, and it means power. But on the wild nights who can call you home? Only the one who knows your name. Romantic love has been diluted into paperback form and has sold thousands and millions of copies. Somewhere it is still in the original, written on tablets of stone. I would cross seas and suffer sunstroke and give away all I have, but not for a man, because they want to be the destroyer and never the destroyed. . Jeanette Winterson

I don’t want anyone to hold back who they are. It’s not okay… it’s not a good thing Connor Franta

If a bullet should enter my brain, let that bullet destroy every closet door. Harvey Milk

Will put his hand on Nico's shoulder. "Nico, we need o have another talk about your people skills."" Hey, I'm just stating the obvious. If this is Apollo, and he dies, we're all in trouble." Will turned to me. "I apologize for my boyfriend." Nico rolled his eyes. "Could you not―"" Would you prefer special guy?" Will asked. "Or significant other?"" Significant annoyance, in your case, " Nico grumbled . Rick Riordan

I've always known I was gay, but it wasn't confirmed until I was in kindergarten. It was my teacher who said so. It was right there on my kindergarten report card: PAUL IS DEFINITELY GAY AND HAS VERY GOOD SENSE OF SELF. David Levithan

His hand lay across my stomach as he slept soundly. I entwined my fingers with his and breathed through the warmth that seeped through my chest. Such a simple, sweet thing to do, yet holding hands in bed was incredibly intimate. N.R. Walker

They must live outside class, without relations or money; they must work and stick to each other till death. But England belonged to them. That, besides companionship, was their reward. Her air and sky were theirs, not the timorous millions' who own stuffy little boxes, but never their own souls. E.m. Forster

But in the midst of this decaying, burning city, there are pockets of hope. It can be found in the tiny dark rooms in underground bars, where women with short hair cheer on men in dresses. It can be felt in abandoned cinemas where anonymous strangers fall in love if only for a few moments, and in the living rooms where families crowd around, drinking sweet black tea and Skyping their homesick relatives so that together they can watch the long, rambling talk shows that go on all night. Saleem Haddad

Now is not the time for bigots and racists. No time for sexists and homophobes. Now, more than ever, is the time for ARTISTS. It’s time for us to rise above and to create. To show humanity. To spread hope. We must prevent society from destroying itself, from losing its way. Now is the time for love. Kamand Kojouri

If one does not make an ego out of gender, one would still know whether one is a man or a woman, gay, straight, bisexual, transgender–whatever else we may think of. But those identities need to fit very loosely and be worn very lightly. All sense of privilege or deprivation that has developed around one’s gender identity, all rigidity regarding proper roles and behaviors for the various genders, must be cut through. Rita M. Gross

I don't know any homophobic people. That suggests fear. The people I know who hate gay folks are:illiterate, nescient, uneducated, uninstructed, unlearned, unschooled, untaught, backward, benighted, primitive, unenlightened, blockheaded, dense, doltish, hebetudinous, obtuse, stupid, thickheaded, thick-witted But not homophobic. Darnell Lamont Walker

My parents taught me never to judge others based on whom they love, what color their skin is, or their religion. Why make life miserable for someone when you could be using your energy for good? We don’t need to share the same opinions as others, but we need to be respectful. When you hear people making hateful comments, stand up to them. Point out what a waste it is to hate, and you could open their eyes. . Taylor Swift

The Catholic Church standing in "solidarity" with members of the LGBT community while condemning their behavior as "sinful" is a little like attempting to stand with two feet in one shoe. "Love the sinner, hate the sin" sounds really high-minded until you realize the only sin committed was being born different. Quentin R. Bufogle

You look like a lesbian artist fairy. LaCour Nina

I know this is what God made me … He wanted me to be a gay man so he could have this experience with me. In my spirit, in my soul…this is why he made me…so that he could experience it with me from the clay, to the sparkling dust of spirit that is also me, flowing into heaven. Anthony Nicolosi

You are a stone, thrown upon a lake. But the ripples you create will never make you still. Jessie Burton

This city is like no other city in the world. It is brilliant but it is bloated, and I've never called it home Jessie Burton

The turnip cannot thrive in the tulips patch of soil. Jessie Burton

The rules of this house are written in water. I must either sink or swim. Jessie Burton

Because, Petronella - it's something in his soul. It's something in his soul and you can't get it out. Jessie Burton

All we can do if we're lucky is stich up the mistakes other people make. Jessie Burton

That may be. But to decide that I was never going to live as a proper woman was not your choice to make.' 'What do you mean a proper woman?' 'A proper woman marries - she has children -' 'Then what does that make me? Am I not a proper woman? Last time I looked I certainly was. Jessie Burton

Love your children, for they are the seeds that will make this city bloom. Jessie Burton

Words are water in this city. One drop of rumour could drown us. Jessie Burton

Take care, take care. This city thrives! It's money gives you wings to soar. But it is a yoke on your shoulders and you would do well to take note of the bruise around your neck. Jessie Burton

Believe it or don't believe it, Madame. But my feet are tired too. Bloody tired. Like a dead man's. Jessie Burton

We're nothing more than prisoners to your desire. Jessie Burton

The ink was secret nectar, for Marin isn't married. Jessie Burton

There are horizons through the brickwork, you wait and see. Jessie Burton

What was once, is no longer. Jessie Burton

The night darkens, the stars unfriendly, the cold a knife upon her neck - but Nella waits, until she can no longer difference between Johannes and the darkness that carries him away. Jessie Burton

Neighbours watching neighbours, twisting ropes to bind us all. Jessie Burton

From little seeds great flowers grow. Jessie Burton

I feel younger than eighteen but burdened as a eighty-year-old. Jessie Burton

Love has no gender - compassion has no religion - character has no race. Abhijit Naskar

Either you are homophobic or you are a human - you cannot be both. Abhijit Naskar

Homosexuals are not made, they are born. Abhijit Naskar

Homosexuality is immutable, irreversible and nonpathological. Abhijit Naskar

Being homosexual is no more abnormal than being lefthanded. Abhijit Naskar

Can you imagine, somebody telling you, your love for your dearly beloved is a sin! Can you imagine, somebody telling you, women are inferior to men, and are meant only serve the men! Can you imagine, somebody telling you, a man can have multiple wives, and yet be deemed civilized! Here that somebody is a fundamentalist ape - a theoretical pest from the stone-age, that somehow managed to survive even amidst all the rise of reasoning and intellect. Abhijit Naskar

Privilege doesn't just insulate people from the consequences of their prejudice, it cuts them off from their humanity. DaShanne Stokes

That her own self-deception and self-absorption, her own slavery to the society and family in which she had been brought up, had reduced this blameless man to a weeping wreck struck her as horrific. She saw more clearly than she had ever seen before that she must change, or keep hurting the people who truly loved her. Shamim Sarif

We live in a world of contrast and it’s sad we are among people who can’t seem to grasp the differences surrounding them. Dominic Riccitello

James, you’d like Lou Reed, ” Michael insisted. “He was bisexual.” Their laughter turned to coughs. They were all staring at me when I turned around. I told myself to relax.“ Oh, yeah?” I said. “He doesn’t sound bisexual.” Michael just shook his head, but Ronan and Glenn smiled.“ They did electroshock therapy on him when he was a teenager, ” Michael said.“ Electro-what?” said Glenn. “They electrocuted people?”“ Kind of. They zapped their brains to alter their personalities. That’s how they tried to make gay people straight back then.” They all looked at me for a response. I shrugged. “So, he was bisexual? It worked halfway?. Kenneth Logan

He cupped her face and held her still, as he looked into her brown eyes; she was all flash and no bang. She talked big, but when it came down to it, she was a simple girl. Elaine White

This was a great idea; he needed to go into tonight knowing that this was the last time he would ever be with Barry. He needed to savour it and enjoy it, to lock it tight in his memories, so that he would never forget how it felt to be with him. This would be his final goodbye.~ A Case of the Ex Elaine White

Get your sticky fingers away from my cookies, ” Ben ordered, without turning his head, to see Jaxton trying to steal one from the cooking tray.“ You weren't saying that last night, ” Jaxton retaliated, coming up to Ben's side, to give him a nudge. They were both smiling, while looking down at the counter, where Ben was making his delicious rosemary cookies. “In fact, I seem to remember you grabbing my sticky fingers and putting them in your mouth, ” he teased, speaking quietly, so that Lyon wouldn't hear them at the other side of the room. Ben turned to Jaxton and abandoned his baking, to catch his face in flour covered hands and plant a deep kiss on his lips. Jaxton opened his mouth, in acceptance of his kiss.~ From the Heart . Elaine White

Jaxton smiled and caught his hand, holding it tight in both of his. “Are you burnt out? Is it all too much?” he asked, getting straight to the root of the matter, in one go.“ Yes, ” he sighed, hating that it was true.“ Then you'll stay home.”“ You know I can't. It's impossible, ” Roman complained about the unfairness of it all. He was due to return to the studio in two days times, to finalise the tracks he'd recorded yesterday. Then he had to sit down with Jalen next week, to pick out a new piece of his artwork for the next album cover. And two weeks after that, he had three interviews with three different music channels, to film.“ Try telling that to Ben.” Jaxton winked at him, then ducked down to kiss him.~ From the Heart . Elaine White

Chocolate makes everything better, in the end, ” he announced, and Thayer fully agreed. Thayer gave him a smile of gratitude and watched Castel lift his spoon from the saucer. He dipped it, gracefully, into his coffee and gave it a light stir.“ Too many people rush to stir such delicate flavours. Take too long and they will clog together to become a lump of bitterness in your coffee. But take your time and be gentle with them, ” Castel explained, quietly, “and they will create a symphony of flavours, to melt in your mouth, ” he said, leaning down, just until his nose was over his cup, to take a long inhale. He smiled and straightened, extracting the spoon to place it back on his saucer. “Now try it.” Thayer took a sip and almost felt his toes curl at the luxurious taste.~ Cinnamon Kiss. Elaine White

He was getting undressed and it snapped something inside of him that had been drawing taut, ready to break for months.“ I'm hungry, Bruno, ” he said, in a soft voice, as he removed the shirt from his broad shoulders, revealing a perfect sight of smooth dark skin. “I can't wait for dinner, ” he continued, with a smile. When he put his hands to the fastening of his trousers, Bruno let out a sigh and put the take out menus on the counter. He couldn't look at him, because he knew Lyon was trying to seduce him on purpose. He didn't want to talk or hear him out or spend time with him that didn't end with an orgasm.“ I can't do this anymore, ” Bruno confessed, quietly. Elaine White

For the fact was drugs were not necessary to most of us, because the music, youth, sweaty bodies were enough. And if it was too hot, too humid to sleep the next day, and we awoke bathed in sweat, it did not matter: We remained in a state of animated suspension the whole hot day. We lived for music, we lived for Beauty, and we were poor. But we didn’t care where we were living, or what we had to do during the day to make it possible; eventually, if you waited long enough, you were finally standing before the mirror in that cheap room, looking at your face one last time, like an actor going onstage, before rushing out to walk in the door of that discotheque and see someone like Malone. . Andrew Holleran

They were bound together by a common love of a certain kind of music, physical beauty, and style–all the things one shouldn’t throw away an ounce of energy pursuing, and sometimes throw away a life pursuing. Andrew Holleran

We lived only to dance. What was the true characteristic of a queen, I wondered later on; and you could argue that forever. “What do we all have in common in this group?” I once asked a friend seriously, when it occurred to me how slender, how immaterial, how ephemeral the bond was that joined us; and he responded, “We all have lips.” Perhaps that is what we all had in common: no one was allowed to be serious, except about the importance of music, the glory of faces seen in the crowd. We had our songs, we had our faces! We had our web belts and painter’s jeans, our dyed tank tops and haircuts, the plaid shirts, bomber jackets, jungle fatigues, the all-important shoes. . Andrew Holleran

For that is the curious quality of the discotheque after you have gone there a long time: in the midst of all the lights, and music, the bodies, the dancing, the drugs, you are stiller than still within, and though you go through the motions of dancing you are thinking a thousand disparate things. You find yourself listening to the lyrics, and you wonder what these people around you are doing. They seemed crazed to you. You stand there on a floor moving your hips, wondering if there is such a thing as love, and conscious for the very first time that it is three-twenty-five and the night only half-over. You put the popper to your nostril, you put a hand out to lightly touch the sweaty, rigid stomach of the man dancing next to you, your own chest is streaming with sweat in that hot room, and you are thinking, as grave as a judge: What will I do with my life? What can any man do with his life? And you finally don’t know where to rest your eyes. You don’t know where to look, as you dance. You have been expelled from the communion of the saints. . Andrew Holleran

Your morse code interferes with my heart beat. I had a steady heart before you, I replied upon it, it had seen active service and grown strong. Now you alter its pace with your own rhythm you play upon me, drumming me taught. Jeanette Winterson

And without my consent, with my defences in ruins, while my brain was sleeping, my stupid heart went and fell headfirst into love. N.R. Walker

My last thought before falling asleep last night was a realisation that I was falling in love with Andrew. Well, not me exactly. My stupid, traitorous heart. N.R. Walker

I think he won a tiny piece of my heart that day. If he didn't have the whole damn thing before then, he certainly had part of it now. N.R. Walker

I kissed him softly and left my lips pressed to his for a few beats of my heart. N.R. Walker

When I opened the door, Andrew was standing there like a remedy for heart palpitations. Or maybe he made them worse. It was hard to tell. N.R. Walker

Living for beauty is all very fine, but it’s a hard regimen and burns up the heart very quickly. Andrew Holleran

Syldor was not a land of oppressive rules, roles, and labels. Here, love and power were open to, for, and between all; woman or man, rich or poor. What mattered was the sharpness of your mind, the speed of your blade, and the heat of your touch. Natalia Marx

Do close your mouth. You look like a cow that's being artificially inseminated. Nick Wilgus

Those with unearned privileges often spin things as 'political correctness' to further silence those they wish to oppress. DaShanne Stokes

I had zero idea of what I was doing. I honestly had no idea where to start. All I knew was I had something I craved to say. I wanted to create art that lived on longer than I do. Perseverance and teaching yourself, every day through stress and hard work proves shit really does progress without you realizing. One minute you're an amateur, knowing nothing, not even the basics. The next you can put pen to paper, write a song, and create art in such little time! It's crazy beautiful. . Scott Mcgoldrick

Don't try to be brave all at once. Take it in steps. C. Kennedy

You know, we queens loathed rain at the beach, small cocks, and reality, I think. In that order. Andrew Holleran

THIS IS WHAT A MAN LOOKS LIKE. HE DOES NOT HAVE TO BE AESTHETICALLY PLEASING; HE DOES NOT HAVE TO BE MUSCULAR; HE DESERVES NOT TO BE PHOTOSHOPPED. HE IS HUMAN, AND HE HAS BLEMISHES. HERE HE STANDS, VISIBLE. HE SEES YOU ALL, COUNTLESS INVISIBLE OTHERS LIKE HIM. THIS BODY IS ACCEPTABLE – PUBESCENT, AWKWARD, MARRED. YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE INVISIBLE. WE ARE ALL GOOD ENOUGH. THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH OUR BODIES. Agnostic Zetetic

Hi honey, I’m home! Take your pants off! ” Wesley announced. He kissed my cheek as he passed me and put his lunch container in the sink. J.M. Colail

Did I use enough lube last night?” I turned my head to the side and closed my eyes with blushingcheeks. “Don’t…don’t call it that.”“ What? Lube?” he asked. I nodded and covered my mouth w J.M. Colail

When these flies were put together in all-male groups they formed long, moving chains resembling conga lines, with each male attempting (unsuccessfully) to mate with the male in front of it. Simon LeVay

Many things as we have constructed them can be redefined and are neither correct nor incorrect. I love making love to a woman. I love her every quiver, her every movement, her every moan, her every breath. I love the journey my hands make over her every soft curve, the smell of her skin, and I revel in the feminine beauty, unmatched by anything else on this earth. But the core connection is what matters most and, while I don’t know what draws me to the essence of women rather than men or both, I wanted to be swallowed up by exactly that — the mystery of why we don’t want to be without each other. Jackie Haze

But Malone was thinking now and as he watched the men lighting cigarettes for each other in the dark, having sex beneath the trees, he turned to his friend and said in a wondering voice: “Isn’t it strange that when we fall in love, this great dream we have, this extraordinary disease, the only thing in which either one of us is interested, it’s inevitably with some perfectly ordinary drip who for some reason we cannot define is the magic bearer, the magician, the one who brings all this to us. Why? . Andrew Holleran

From the standpoint of integrity, I think we all need to own up to our dirty little secrets. I believe that when we are open about our own strange desires or unusual lives, it paves the way for others to do the same. In the past thirty years, gay men and lesbians took a lot of flack to tell the truth about their love lives and their courage opened the door for a mass migration out of the closet. We’re now at a moment in time when unconventional families (even thirty-year triads and gay couples) are losing their children in custody battles because their families don’t conform to mainstream ideas about what a family should be. Given this context, I want to be someone who stands up for my choices even if they’re unpopular, even if I get snickers at cocktail parties. Victoria Vantoch

But if I die without trying again, I'm a coward. I don't mind having regrets about stuff I've done. It's the regrets about stuff I haven't done that bother me. Poppy Z. Brite