"I felt the tug on my sleeve and looked down to find him standing motionless. His mouth was moving but I couldn’t make out his words. His quiet body in the noisy room caught me off guard. I bent down to find his voice."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
"To be gay was to be gross. To be gay was to be wicked. To be gay was to be scum. So I prayed. Oh. How. I. Prayed. But God didn’t answer those prayers. Why?"
“This adoration can transform sporadic and stammering prayers into a constant and characteristic attitude of reverence and dependence on a higher power.”
