“I remember, when I was young, How easily my mood changed from sad to gay. … But now that age comes, A moment of joy is harder and harder to get.”

A little child paddles a little boat, Drifting about, and picking white lotuses. He does not know how to hide his tracks, And duckweed’s opened up along his path.

Autumn clouds, vague and obscure; The evening, lonely and chill. I felt the dampness on my garments, But saw no spot, and heard no sound of rain.

Two monks sit facing, playing chess on the mountain, The bamboo shadow on the board is dark and clear. Not a person sees the bamboo’s shadow, One sometimes hears the pieces being moved.

Fumes of wine shorten the long road.

A strip of water’s spread in the setting sun, Half the river’s emerald, half is red. I love the third night of the ninth month, The dew is like a pearl; the moon like a bow.

If the Fleeting World is but a long dream, it does not matter whether one is young or old.

The world is less homophobic, depending on where you are in the world…

I think if the world were a fair and just place, there wouldn’t even need to be a gay label.

I am invisible in gay bars.

When I was 14 I came very close to becoming a gay teen suicide ‘statistic’ but I then turned to music, my piano, my loved ones, and discovered that it does in fact get better.

Wouldn’t it be nice if we lived in a world where no one thought being gay was even something to ride someone about?

No, I’m not gay. And I think it would be a waste with all those pretty girls in the front row.

I don’t believe in involving the government in enforcing or encouraging the lifestyle of gays and homosexuals.

We told you this would happen, if gay marriage is legalized, then much chaos would follow.