Quotes About Identity

I left myself out of humanity by focusing on differences. This isolation only strengthened Ed" (17)

Once you figure out who you are and what you love about yourself, I think it all kind of falls into place.

What I'm asserting is that we are looking at bisexuality the wrong way, making the identity entirely dependent on someone other that the bisexual person him- or herself. If I'm dating a man, I'm straight. If I'm dating a woman, I'm a lesbian. But sexuality is not who you sleep with, it's who you are. It doesn't change according to who is standing next to you.

The term bisexual has ended up as the ugly stepchild of sexuality, in both name and meaning. Its fate is symptomatic of the bisexual's own lot in life: to be as common as can be, but unacknowledged.

Hey ladies - I got hands. They are exquisite and highly trained from years of fingering and fisting. My hands can kick your new boyfriend's hands' ass. All I'm saying is go for something a lesbian can't give you, like testicles or musk or unwanted pregnancy. Don't be bragging about how your man cries or listens to you. You can get that with us.

She's that bad boy you want, but in a girl who believes in recycling. Freud described the kinds of feelings I had for Amy as loving the same person twice, as a woman and as a man.

Researchers have discovered that stereotype threat, that is, the mere presence of a preferred group (white or male) diminishes the performance of an under preferred group.

He paints a simple square house with a triangle roof that has an S inside, Because, Suzanne, you are my home.

He refuses to sell his paintings and writes NOT FOR SALE on some of them. He is furious because people are writing about his ghetto childhood and call him a graffiti artist and primitive. They don't invent a childhood for white artists, he says.

Jean was black and had to present himself as separate from graffiti somehow. Keith was gay and white and could glamorize graffiti in a way that Jean could not. Jean and Keith both understood this.

He interrupted. "No, Lisa, other families do not have sons who are Girl Scouts. I'm teaching that boy to fight," Jason muttered to himself, "A gay, black Girl Scout. What the hell happened to this family? We were normal back in San Francisco.

What Jews do you know who don't make comedy of their lives? It's part of the religion. I'll bet you think all that Hebrew at bar mitzvahs is prayers, don't you? Fooled you, didn't we? It's stand-up.

With my distorted face and cane, I'd look like the Hunchbelly of St. Pat's.

Omigahd," she laughed again. "You are such the after shot now. You look so, so New York." Youaaare such the aaaafter shaaat naaaw. Michigan. This state has been sponsored by the Letter A.

Changing yourself into who you think someone else wants is hurting yourself. It's a rejection of who you are, and that's toxic. You're committing emotional suicide." I

It was a lot easier when we could just brand'em, Ben said. Then everybody'd know not to mess with our womenfolk.

No carbs her mother called after her as she went into the dressing room And no butter I know you stole me from my real parents Min called back. They'd let me eat butter

You're not by any chance my stepmother are you? Min said to her mother's reflection. Because that would explain so much.

I'm stuck in the old me, and I don't know how to get out. I just know the old me isn't the real me anymore.

Breasts are very important for women. Their clothes just don't hang right without them.

Values aren't buses, she said shortly. They're not supposed to get you anywhere. They're supposed to define who you are. And I'd rather be touchy-feely than morally bankrupt.

Nobody in my life has ever known me the way you do. Nobody in my life has ever made me feel as good as you do. You know me, you know everything about me, and when you leave me, you're going to be leaving the real me, the me nobody else has ever seen, that's who you're going to be rejecting.

Look, Mother, I am never going to be thin. I'm Norwegian. If you wanted a thin daughter, you should not have married a man whose female ancestors carried cows home from the pasture.

It's amazing what you find you are made of when you dig deeply enough to figure out.