I Was Very Frightened When

Now That Our Sexual Experience Is Increasingly Available To Us As A Subject For Contemplation, We Have To Extend Our Language To Express Our New Consciousness Until We Have As Many Words For Sexuality As The Eskimo Has For Snow, That Pervasive, Beautiful, And Mortal Climate In Which We All Live.

I Remember How Surprised I Was When My First Novel Was About To Be Published And I Was Informed That I Could Be Sued For Anything Any One Of My Characters Said. 'but I Often Don't Agree With What They Say,' I Protested. The Lawyer Was Not Interested In The Clear Distinction I Make Between My Own Voice And The Voices Of My Characters. Neither, I Have Found, Are Many Of My Readers.

The Kinds Of Good Friends I Have Are People Who Are Perfectly Willing To Have Me Say I'll See Them In Six Months, And Live Right Next Door.

Coming Out, All The Way Out, Is Offered More And More As The Political Solution To Our Oppression.

Human Beings Tolerate What They Understand They Have To Tolerate.