I don't like to think about what school was like for me.
— Dan Savage
I get letters every year from women who think Valentine's Day is an empty exercise, but are ironically pretty exercised when their boyfriends neglect or forget it.
Mother's Day is a torment if your mother is dead. Valentine's Day is a torment if you don't got one. And at some point in our lives, we will be tormented by Valentine's Day even if we're relatively lucky in love.
One man's blasphemy doesn't override other people's free-speech rights, their freedom to publish, freedom of thought.
But it doesn't matter what you're doing, it matters how you're doing it.
I don't write about my life in my column.
I wouldn't say that holidays are manufactured by corporations, but they're certainly exploited and mined by them.
A huge part of what animates homophobia among young people is paranoia and fear of their own capacity to be gay themselves.
How can you tell somebody whose is pursuing happiness that they're somehow not American when that was the very first promise that America made?
I got picked on a lot, even by teachers too. I liked to listen to musicals and bake, and my homeroom teacher found out and mocked me in front of the whole class for baking.
Christmas can have a real melancholy aspect, 'cause it packages itself as this idea of perfect family cohesion and love, and you're always going to come up short when you measure your personal life against the idealized personal lives that are constantly thrust in our faces, primarily by TV commercials.
The bullied straight kid goes home to a shoulder to cry on and support and can talk freely about his experience at school and why he's being bullied. I couldn't go home and open up to my parents.
I don't think that sin and pursuing happiness are not necessarily the same thing.
