I often laugh and say I should go down to the Department of the Interior and register as an endangered species. I'm a gay man over 60 and I'm alive.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I was a gay man living in the epicenter of 20th-century America's worst health epidemic.
I live in a kind of gay bubble. I live in a gay house, I drive a gay car. I eat gay food.
To a certain extent, I think I've become an animal-rights person.
I've become an animal rights activist.
I'm for all kinds of gay rights. I'm almost like a gay man myself.
I have been hung in effigy by the gay community for a long time, from when I was on President Reagan's first AIDS commission.
I'm living by example by continuing on with my career and having a full, rich life, and I am incidentally gay.
As a gay person, my life has been marginalized.
I say I just happen to be gay. It's just like everything else - I've been on the board of The Humane Society, and I'm a vegetarian, but these are just some of the things that define me as a person. They don't define me in general.
Each year, I await with dread the federal government's catalog of endangered and threatened species in the Hawaiian Islands, where I was raised and where I live.