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Laugh all you want and cry all you want and whistle at pretty men in the street and to hell with anybody who thinks you're a damned fool!
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I'm not sure I even need a lover, male or female. Sometimes I think I'd settle for five good friends.
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Oh, Mona, we're all damned fools! Some of us just have more fun with it than others. Loosen up, dear! Don't be so afraid to cry . . . or laugh, for that matter. Laugh all you want and cry all you want and whistle at pretty men in the street and to with anybody who thinks you're a damned fool!
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ataraxy
self-confidence
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Like I've always said, love wouldn't be blind if the braille weren't so damned much fun.
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love
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The hell of it is, I know the answer. The answer is that you never, ever, rely on another person for your peace of mind. If you do, you're screwed but good. Not right away, maybe, but sooner or later. You have to -- I don't know --you have to learn to live with yourself. You have to learn to turn back your own sheets and set a table for one without feeling pathetic. You have to be strong and confident and pleased with yourself and never giv..
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self-reliance
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Nobody's happy. What's happy? Happiness is over when the lights come on." The older woman poured herself a glass of sangria. "Screw that," she said quietly. "What?" "Screw that. Wash your mouth out. Who taught you that half-assed existential drivel?"
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Garbage, you know, is very revealing.It beats the shit out of tarot cards.
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Being gay has taught me tolerance, compassion and humility. It has shown me limitless possibilities of living. It has given me people whose passion and kindness and sensitivity have provided a constant source of strength. It has brought me into the family of man, Mama, and I like it here.
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Mona knocked at the wrong time. "Uh...yeah...wait a minute, Mona -- " Mona shouted through the door. "Room service, gentlemen. Just pull the covers up." Michael grinned at Jon. "My roommate. Brace yourself." Seconds later, Mona burst through the doorway with a tray of coffee and croissants. "Hi! I'm Nancy Drew! You must be the Hardy Boys!"
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She told me about the cop. And the movie star, and the construction worker. You're not having a life Michael, you're fucking the Village People one at a time
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gay-literature
michael-tolliver
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Don't listen when they scoff That you are too old and I am young, For I am old enough to know better And you are young enough not to care.
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Her apartment seemed fussier than ever, as if the doilies and tassels had taken to breeding in their unguarded moments.
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Solitude was no reason for sloppiness
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It took so long to find you...and now I don't want it to change. I want it all set in amber. I want us and nobody else in the most selfish way you can imagine. I can't help it--I'm old-fashioned. I believe marriage is between a man and a man.
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jealousy
passion
love
joyful-living
selfishness
possessiveness
desire
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What about San Francisco?" "What about it?" "Did you like it?" She shrugged. "It was O.K." "Just O.K.?" She laughed. "Good God!" "What?" "You're all alike here." "How so?" he asked. "You demand adoration for the place. You're not happy until swears undying love for every nook and cranny of every precious damn --" "Whoa, missy." "Well, it's true. Can't you just worship it on your own? Do I have to sign an affadavit?"
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Sooner or later, though, no matter where in the world we live, we must join the diaspora, venturing beyond our biological family to find our logical one, the one that actually makes sense for us.
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DEAR MAMA, I'm sorry it's taken me so long to write. Every time I try to write to you and Papa I realize I'm not saying the things that are in my heart. That would be O.K., if I loved you any less than I do, but you are still my parents and I am still your child. I have friends who think I'm foolish to write this letter. I hope they're wrong. I hope their doubts are based on parents who loved and trusted them less than mine do. I hope espec..
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Somepeople drink to foregt, I smoke to remember" Anna Madrigal in Tales of the City..."
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Needing and loving are two different things.
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I don't see myself very clearly. Then look at the people who love you...Look into their eyes and see what they're seeing; that's all you need to know yourself.
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self-love
self-esteem
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Pete thinks we all have a blacking factory: some awful moment, early on, when we surrender our childish hearts as surely as we lose our baby teeth.
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childhood-suffering
maturity
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Mona ... lots of things are more binding than sex. They last longer too.
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It all goes so fast, she thought. We dole out our lives in dinner parties and plane flights, and it's over before we know it. We lose everyone we love, if they don't lose us first, and every single thing we do is intended to distract us from that reality.
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We're gonna be ... I mean people like you and me ... we're gonna be fifty-year-old libertines in a world full of twenty-year-old Calvinists.
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libertines
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numbed by disappointment and betrayal, like a child who had been awakened suddenly from a summer dream about christmas morning.
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Down the Peninsula at Cypress Lawn Cemetery, a woman in a paisley turban climbed out of a battered automobile and trudged up the hillside to a new grave. She stood there for a moment, humming to herself, then removed a joint from a tortoise-shell cigarette case and laid it gently on the grave. "Have fun," she smiled. "It's Colombian."
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if you're going to be degenerate, you might as well be a lady about it, don't you think?
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If I had my way...We would lock ourselves away from that madness out there...
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Hey, you look at your tits; I'll look at mine! (Michael Tolliver, Tales of the City)
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It occurred to Michael that this was the great perk of being loved: someone to wait for you, someone to tell you that it will get easier up ahead. Even when it might not be true.
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I want to deceive him just long enough to make him want me..
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The bay was bright blue today, the hard fierce blue of a gas flame. If there was fog rolling in--and there must be, given the insistence of those horns--she couldn't see it from here.
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She lifted the book to her nose and inhaled the scent lingering in its cardboard bones: a hint of rosewater and Lysol that instantly genie-summoned the Blue Moon Lodge. It was Winnemucca condensed, this book, the only thing she owned that could still predictably take her from here to there.
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Such a suitable word, stroke. I'd heard it since childhood without fully understanding its meaning, but it sounded, even through a haze of sleep and dope, just like itself: abrupt and brutal and irreversible. A stroke of lightning, the stroke of midnight, the stroke of a pen.
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sudden-death
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we're gonna be fifty-year-old libertines in a world full of twenty-year-old Calvinists.
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Armistead Maupin |
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You cannot be loved by someone who doesn't want to know you.
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Armistead Maupin |
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Michael's generation--its history of fighting disease and bigotry--sometimes made him grumpier than Ben would like him to be, but he knew what he'd found in Michael: a gift for intimacy like none Ben had ever known.
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Armistead Maupin |
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It was like school spirit back in high school. He didn't have it then, and he didn't have it now. To him, the biggest advantage of being queer was being queer.
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Armistead Maupin |
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Her Mao tse-tung t-shirt was stretched so tightly across her chest that the Chairman was grinning broadly
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Armistead Maupin |
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There's a theory," said Anna, handing him a cup of tea as she climbed back into bed, "that we are all Atlanteans." "Who?" "Us. San Franciscans." Edgar grinned indulgently, bracing himself for another yarn. Anna caught it. "Do you want to hear it ... or are you getting stuffy on me?" "Go ahead. Tell me a story." "Well ... in one of our last incarnations, we were all citizens of Atlantis. All of us. You, me, Frannie, DeDe, Mary Ann..." "Are y..
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Armistead Maupin |
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Queers doing cowboy dancing. Who would've thunk it? Kids who grew up in Galveston and Tucson and Modesto, performing the folk dances of their homeland finally, finally with the partner of their choice.
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Armistead Maupin |
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Could you conjugate that? To sleaze. I sleaze. You sleaze. We all have sleazen.
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Armistead Maupin |
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Well ... everything gets old after a while. I personally get a little sick of wrecking my liver at The Lion for the privilege of tricking with some guy whose lover is in L.A. for the weekend.
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Armistead Maupin |
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men and women, both straight and gay, who don't consider sexuality in measuring the worth of another human being. These aren't radicals or weirdos, Mama. They are shop clerks and bankers and little old ladies and people who nod and smile to you when you meet them on the bus. Their attitude is neither patronizing nor pitying. And their message is so simple: Yes, you are a person. Yes, I like you. Yes, it's all right for you to like me too.
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