Homophobia Is Real (Ask My Mother)

The other evening something remarkable happened. I learned that my mother had never heard of the word “homophobia,” and when I told her the definition, she actually went to the dictionary to see if I was telling her the truth.

So Proud: Thoughts After Midnight

By the time President Obama made his acceptance speech for a second term in office, it was well past midnight on the East Coast. Like so many other Americans, I was exhausted after a long, emotional day of hoping and worrying and wanted very much to crawl into bed but I couldn’t. I had to hear what the President had to say.

The Audacity of Hope for My Rights: Why Voting for Obama is so Personal

Once, long ago, I was married to a wonderful man, and the marriage would have lasted long into the sunset, I’m sure, if not for one significant factor. I’m gay. Coming out wasn’t easy—my brother-in-law told me I was a disgrace to the family—but of all people, my husband was one of the gentlest souls. His father had been gay. He had seen the struggles. And he knew I loved him and that I had tried.