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I Always Kind Of Divided The Gay Guys I Met Up Into Two Groups When I First Started Coming Out. There Were The Guys Who Thought There Was Something Fundamentally Wrong With Them And Hated Themselves And Were So Burdened With Shame And Internalized Homophobia. It Just Really Paralyzed And Shredded Them. And Then There Were Guys Like Me Who Thought, "i'm Fine, Everybody Else Is Crazy. My Church Is Sick And The Family's Crazy, But Me? I'm Fine."

I Treat People Who Write Me The Way My Friends And I All Treat Each Other When We Go To Each Other For Advice, Which Is Sometimes With Supreme Cruelty. I Think That's What Helps The Advice Sink In. If Somebody Comes At You With Both Barrels, The First Shot Opens Your Head, And The Second Shot Allows The Advice To Get Lodged Inside.

If Kids Got Raped At Denny's As Often As They Get Raped At Church It Would Be Illegal To Take Your Kids To Denny's.

First Off, Lardass, You Neglected To Include A Sign-off, Forcing Me To Create One For You. I Tried To Create One That Captured The Spirit And Tone Of Your Letter, And I Think I Did Pretty Well. [] I Am Thoroughly Annoyed At Having My Tame Statements Of Fact-being Heavy Is A Health Risk; Rolls Of Exposed Flesh Are Unsightly-characterized As “hate Speech.”

I Don't Think That Gay And Lesbian Relationships Are Identical To Heterosexual Relationships. I Do Think That Heterosexual Weddings, Or At Least Most Of Them, Are Sort Of Camp Pantomimes About Male And Female Sex Roles, Even If The Couple Is Marrying As Individuals And Equals.