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Remember that I was out of the closet at the age of sixteen. My parents knew I was gay; I'd had to tell them.

I've always had tremendous support from my parents. I think there's a myth that gay people have lousy relationships with their parents.

My parents were always very supportive and accepting. They even shared my curiosity for life, or perhaps I theirs.

I was inadvertently raised in the 'gay community.' I had straight parents, but I spent massive amounts of time at a very early age with gay, theater-hopeful thirty-somethings.

I came out to my parents as gay, and then I realized, you know, four or five years later, that I wasn't really happy, no relationships were working, and there was something missing in my life, and you know, I was doing drag, performing and stuff, and I realized through that arc that I was much happier doing that.

Yeah, I had gay friends. The first thing I realized was that everybody's different, and it becomes obvious that all of the gay stereotypes are ridiculous.

People who were gay were pitied and ridiculed by my parents - they had no modern sense of people being allowed to be who they were.

My mother and father could not handle even me being gay. We never talked about it, really.

I know gay parents, and I support them and their families. They are good parents and loving families.

I am a father, and I know the feel of being a father. Why wouldn't I want my gay friends to also be happy parents?