Best 285 quotes in «lgbtq quotes» category

It’s never too late to find that one person who can change you, for a reason, a season or a lifetime.

It's not conversion 'therapy;' it's conversion brainwashing.

It's not 'over-sensitivity' to ask to be treated with the same dignity and respect shown to others.

It's okay to be afraid. Sometimes there are good reasons to be.

It's stupid because I don't even know her, but sometimes you see someone and there's just this flicker. Like a light bulb that glows around the person, making them shine brighter than all the others. It's not that they're more attractive or smarter or funnier than anyone else. It's just they have a combination of all the things that speak directly to you.

It's terrifying to think you could become the next statistic.

It still irks me that I'll probably spend most of my life dividing the people I know into two groups: the people who support me without question and the ones who should.

It’s worth noting my family doesn’t use the word step regarding anyone who’s married into our family. Jerry isn’t, nor has he ever been, my step-dad. His mom isn’t my step grandma: neither are my aunts, uncles, or cousins. While there was never a discussion regarding how we categorize or title our family, we all just understood that for us, we are all simply family.

It was as though each of them had discovered something unexpected but infinitely desirable. They were not yet sure of each other, but they wanted to be.

It wasn’t the words, but the cruelty in his mother’s smile that had broken his heart.

It was understood that I would always be kind and gracious and show up with a smile.

It wasn't the first time I'd been with someone, but it was different this time. Maybe it was because when I told them I was bisexual they weren't like the girls who thought I was *really* a lesbian; they weren't like the boys who thought it was hot. Maybe it was because when they told me they were genderqueer I just said that I knew and they cried as they smiled at me. Or maybe it was just because our limbs fit together, maybe because it tasted like salt water and was the colour of sunlight through grass. Or maybe it was just all these things.

I've decided if being a real man means smashing someone in the face or turning your back on a person because of their sexuality, I'll just stay a girl.

I want to love like my grandmother, who loved a woman like Joseph loved Mary. Someone so imperfect, so human, brave enough to love someone who already knows God.

I've fought for religious freedom and I can tell you that anti-gay 'religious freedom' bills aren't it.

I was diamond on the outside, and I would not break. Inside, though, I was already broken.

I've had to learn how to separate what I have known and learned of God personally from what other people have done to me in the name of God.

I was shut off from my body; I had barely thought about sexuality or longing. Up until this point, my sexual experiences had felt business like or even transactional...I hadn't been suppressing urges or denying my needs. I didn't feel like I had any, not corporeal ones. My journal entries from that time speak to depression and feelings of isolation, fears that a friend would leave, a sense that I had been responsible for my mother's departure and would therefore cause anyone I loved or needed to leave. I was still spending most of my time in my head. I was removed from my own feelings.

I was unable to deny my love for Jesus, but equally unable to make my love toward women disappear.

Living in a world of darkness doesn't mean we must surrender, but to survive, we need to occasionally unleash the diva from within.

Living in a world that is grossly opposed to who you are, the bravest and most radical thing to do is to be yourself. And being a part of the LGBT+ community is just that – brave.

Long after you go down and the vessel rusts apart your bones sunken buried in the ocean floor I wonder if you miss people?

Looks like Quackula got the best of you,” said Jeff. Braeden snorted. “Something like that.” “What’d you do to it?” asked Maya. “Nothing. I thought it was a big duck at first.” Braeden shook his head. “Never saw a goose up close before. Didn’t really think about it until it started hissing.” Jeff rubbed the spot between his eyebrows. 'How can you grow up near a lake and not tell the difference between a duck and a goose?

Lord knows why I find you attractive, Michael, when you generally smell like weed and broken hobo dreams.

Lotte wanted Francoise to stay the night, but she wouldn’t. Francoise thought of movies, usually thrillers, in which the hero gets out of bed during the night, dresses and slips out, leaving a beautiful woman asleep and unaware. Francoise wished she could leave like that, but her film was a realistic one. As she walked back to her apartment she thought that getting out of the relationship had been as awkward and messy as Lotte’s pulling her finger out of Francoise’s ass.

Love has no gender - compassion has no religion - character has no race.

Love should never mean having to live in fear.

Makeup can be used to express yourself as well. Those experiences should not be limited to women. Everyone should be free to be as colorful as they want to be.

Maybe I'm crying because I'm terrified that he's come here to do more damage, to reactivate what I feel only to let me down easy again, missionary style.

Millions of men who are disgusted by the thought or sight of a man having sex with another each sometimes brings about an orgasm through a woman’s anus.

Most people think the closet is a small room. They think you can touch the walls, touch the door, turn the handle, and walk free. But when you're inside it, the closet is vast. No walls, no door, just empty darkness stretching the length of the world.

my blood runs pink (for my sexuality that is mine to embrace, not yours to strike with lightning bolts of change) and red (for the life i will continue to live, the life you cannot take away from me) and orange (for my siblings who heal me with their love and understanding, helping me piece myself back together after you tried to break me) and yellow (for the sunlight from within that still manages to shine in these dark times) and green (for existing in the natural, physical world when all you want is my disappearance) and blue (for the serenity we bring amidst the disturbances we face) and purple (for my spirit, which won’t be broken) (it can never be broken and you will never break us)

My brain is such a traitorous beast.

My last thought before falling asleep last night was a realisation that I was falling in love with Andrew. Well, not me exactly. My stupid, traitorous heart.

My parents had always been accepting of homosexuals and had supported their fight to be treated as equals, but it was different when it was your own son.

No person, no matter how important society deems their relationship to you, has the right to denounce you for who you are.

Not a boy or a girl, not any binary, rigid definition of a person. Just my everything.

Now is not the time for bigots and racists. No time for sexists and homophobes. Now, more than ever, is the time for ARTISTS. It’s time for us to rise above and to create. To show humanity. To spread hope. We must prevent society from destroying itself, from losing its way. Now is the time for love.

Once he asked me what I thought had turned me gay." "I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider," said Simon.

I was an utterance in absentia. I was a forgotten word, uttered and mislaid long ago. I was the word that existed because there was another word that was my opposite, and without it I was nothing. I gained meaning only by acknowledging that possible other. Nida

Nails that claw by a beautiful mind. A pretty face can leave you blind - Poem 'Small Pain' from 'The B Word: The B in LBGTQ Poetry'.

One of the best ways you can fight discrimination is by taking good care of yourself. Your survival is not just important; it's an act of revolution.

Or his senior year, when he got drunk and made out with Liam in his twin bed for an hour, and he didn't have a sexual crisis about it - that had to mean he was straight, right? Because if he were into guys, it would have felt scary to be with one, but it wasn't.

Our family had waited so long for this moment and had spent so many years being told we were undeserving of this basic right. But for me there was a sense of validation because after eighteen years, I was finally able to stand with my two dads when they legally wed.

People are complicated. And messy. Seems too convenient that we’d all fit inside some multiple-choice question.

People have the right to their opinions. But I also have the right to my family. No one in our country should be put in the situation where they grow up in fear because our society has decided some people are valued less than others.

People talk about coming out as though it’s this big one-time event. But really, most people have to come out over and over to basically every new person they meet. I’m only eighteen and it already exhausts me.

People think that LGBTs adopting children will hurt them, but it's not being in loving homes that hurts children most.

Persecution complexes are reaffirming to those who benefit from unearned privileges.

Prejudice is learned. What will you teach others through your actions and words?