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I'm a very recent convert to the gay scene. I went to a party a couple of years ago and met a very nice man who took me under his wing and started taking me out to clubs. It was a revelation.

Discovering I'm gay just sort of happened much later in life.

I was a closet straight. I think I wanted to be gay because I thought it was arty and interesting. And also, I was phenomenally shy with girls.

I was certainly open for something being on the edge of a nervous breakdown, perplexed by my own sexuality. I was gay.

I've fallen for straight men, I've fallen for gay men, I've fallen for straight women and gay women. I really have. I had crushes on really every single kind of person in the world.

The fact is, I'm gay, always have been, always will be, and I couldn't be any more happy, comfortable with myself, and proud.

My kind of gay is like the late-breaking-lesbian kind of gay.

I always knew I was gay. I always knew that somehow it would work out.

For some strange reason, my gay life didn't get easier when I came out. Quite the opposite happened, really.

I knew that I was gay, I knew it. I just couldn't see myself as a gay woman, even though that's where my heart was.