Quotes About Acceptance

To everyone who's ever second-guessed a decision they've made, our past makes us who we are. Have no regrets.

If you're going to remember anything from your past, then do so fondly because you can't change a thing about it.

I thought it was just twisted not to be able to come out as a sexual minority within a group of sexual minorities.

I've no idea if she's ugly or beautiful; it's kind of irrelevant. As long as it's her.

Don't resist pain. ...when you feel sad or angry or afraid, let yourself feel it.

With honesty, what hurts at the moment won't hurt for a lifetime.

Oh, God. What was happening to her, she was turning into a normal person.

Gender is not sane. It's not sane to call a rainbow black and white.

The first question we usually ask new parents is: "Is it a boy or a girl?". There is a great answer to that one going around: "We don't know; it hasn't told us yet." Personally, I think no question containing "either/or" deserves a serious answer, and that includes the question of gender.

I have this idea that every time we discover that the names we're being called are somehow keeping us less than free, we need to come up with new names for ourselves, and that the names we give ourselves must no longer reflect a fear of being labeled outsiders, must no longer bind us to a system that would rather see us dead.

Let's stop "tolerating" or "accepting" difference, as if we're so much better for not being different. Instead, let's celebrate difference, because in this world it takes a lot of guts to be different and to act differently.

Let's stop pretending that we have all the answers, because when it comes to gender, none of us is fucking omniscient.

We just want to identify the "real" freaks, so we can feel closer to normal. In reality, not a single one of us is so magically normative as to claim the right to separate out the freaks from everyone else. We are all freaks to someone. Maybe even—if we're honest—to ourselves.

Happy is a poor word for someone who's trying to live a rainbow-colored life in a black-and-white world.

While railing against the manufactured prerequisites of womanhood or manhood, we need to avoid manufacturing our own prerequisites. The non-operative journey and the objection to it illustrate just one area in which we need to open our thinking to other journeys while expecting that others respect our own. - Mercedes Allen

We have looked for myths that include us in great novels, music, the latest comic book, or even some stupid advertising campaign. We'll look anywhere for a mythology that embraces people like ourselves.

Try This: Imagine the world as a place where anyone can safely and even joyfully express themselves the way they've always wanted to. Nothing about the bodies they were born with or what they choose to do with those bodies – how they dress them, or decorate, or trim or augment them – would get people laughed at, or targeted, or in any way deprived of their rights. Can you imagine a world like that?

I know what I am. I know that I've chosen to identify as a transgender woman, and that I am - by and large - happy with where I am in this world. I'm far from perfect, and I could give you a list as long as my arms of the things I'd love to change. Nevertheless, I am still here, and I am still me, and no one can change that without my permission. -Gwendolyn Ann Smith, "We're All Someone's Freak

Mandy's friends gathered around her as she told the story-the true and somewhat heartbreaking story of her first time. It hadn't been perfect, but she now knew that imperfection was okay-part of life, even. And for the first time in her life, Mandy Walters was realizing that she could live with imperfection.

Okay, well, I guess we should do nominations," Pearl said finally. Jessica raised her hand. "I nominate Hailey Farmer," she said before anyone could acknowledge her. There's a big shock , Megan thought. "Okay. Hailey, do you accept the nomination?" Pearl asked. "Yes, I do," Hailey said gravely. "She totally rehearsed that," Ria said in Megan's ear.

We let the weirdness in.

I had to say it gave me a warm feeling to picture Meredith Winslow spending twenty years or so in an ill fitting orange jumpsuit, cozying up to a great big girl named Beulah

I'm sorry, darling, but it's the only face I've got.

I want to host a religious show. I'm sure nobody will be wanting the 11 o'clock spot on Sunday morning. I think we should really get some of our own preachers and preach that gay is good. And we'd have a great choir.