I feel there is something unexplored about a woman that only a woman can explore.

I was once involved in a same-sex marriage. There was the same sex over and over and over.

When asked, 'Shall I tell my mother I'm gay?', I reply, 'Never tell your mother anything.'

I came out to my family on Thanksgiving. I said, 'Mom, please pass the gravy to a homosexual.' She passed it to my father. A terrible scene ensued.

Why is being outed such a big deal? When I find out that someone's gay, my respect for them increases tenfold.

It always seemed to me a bit pointless to disapprove of homosexuality. It's like disapproving of rain.

I find it sad that by not talking about who I sleep with, that makes me mysterious. There was a time when I would have been called a gentleman.

You know, my family always said no man would be good enough for me.

There is probably no sensitive heterosexual alive who is not preoccupied with his latent homosexuality.

For those of you who don't know what a friend of Dorothy is: ask a policeman or one in five Tory MPs.

Sometimes I think if there was a third sex men wouldn't get so much as a glance from me.

I don't consider myself bisexual. I just think of myself as a 'people person'.

A bisexual told me I didn't quite coincide with either of her desires.

People are not heterosexual or homosexual, just sexual.

The priesthood is in many ways the ultimate closet in Western civilization, where gay people particularly have hidden for the past two thousand years.

Buggery was invented to fill that awkward hour between evensong and cocktails.

I support gay marriages. I believe they have the right to be as miserable as the rest of us.

What is most beautiful in virile men is something feminine; what is most beautiful in feminine women is something masculine.