One Joins The Movement In A Valueless

I Deliberately Decided To Write A Kind Of Guide To Leather Bars For Straight People, For People Not Into Leather, So That People Could See What It Was All About.

Direct Me Gods, Whose Changes Are All Holy, To Where It Flickers Deep In Grass, The Moly.

Deep Feeling Doesn't Make For Good Poetry. A Way With Language Would Be A Bit Of Help.

When I First Started Teaching At Berkeley In 1958, I Could Not Announce That I Was Gay To Anybody, Though Probably Quite A Few Of My Fellow Teachers Knew.

I Don't Think Of Sex As A Self-destructive Impulse.