I remember how being young and black and gay and lonely felt. A lot of it was fine, feeling I had the truth and the light and the key, but a lot of it was purely hell.

I write for those women who do not speak, for those who do not have a voice because they were so terrified, because we are taught to respect fear more than ourselves. We've been taught that silence would save us, but it won't.

Black women are programmed to define ourselves within this male attention and to compete with each other for it rather than to recognize and move upon our common interests.

We have to consciously study how to be tender with each other until it becomes a habit because what was native has been stolen from us, the love of Black women for each other.

But the true feminist deals out of a lesbian consciousness whether or not she ever sleeps with women.

Black women sharing close ties with each other, politically or emotionally, are not the enemies of Black men.

In discussions around the hiring and firing of Black faculty at universities, the charge is frequently heard that Black women are more easily hired than are Black men.

When we create out of our experiences, as feminists of color, women of color, we have to develop those structures that will present and circulate our culture.

In our work and in our living, we must recognize that difference is a reason for celebration and growth, rather than a reason for destruction.