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Heavenly Blue worried all the time. He worried about the bills and the roof that needed repairing and the strange men who always watched the house and what the neighbors might do next and about Hollyhock’s unhappiness. He worried most of all that he would go mad. His worrying got the bills paid and the roof fixed and drove the men away and calmed the neighbors down and helped Hollyhock be happier. And finally his worrying drove him mad. It was the madness of looking inward and being afraid. There had never been enough love and warmth around him and he thought he had gradually dried up inside. He wanted out but he did not know where out was. Lilac and Pinetree and Moonbeam and Loose Tomato and Hollyhock gathered. They held Heavenly Blue in their arms for days, they let him cry and stare and slobber and scream and be silent. They paid the bills and looked after the roof and watched the street for strange men and talked to the neighbors and Hollyhock kept himself happy. Their house filled up with comfort and routine and gladness until Heavenly Blue could no longer resist and became response-able again.

— The Faggots and Their Friends Between Revolutions by Larry Mitchell, Ned Asta

“I mean, reaaaly, everyone knows god died last year.” “Oh? How did that happen?” “Well, the story is that one day a bunch of queens knocked on the pearlies and Gabriel being, you know, sympatico, invited them in. The queens were lounging on a fluffy, pink cloud combing their heavenly white wigs when god spotted them. ‘Not on my clouds you don’t,’ he screeched and ordered all the queens off his clouds. Well, you can imagine, after they split, things got pretty dull on those clouds. I mean absolutely nothing of any interest was happening. Then word came back that all the queens were having a really hot time in their new home. JC, who was tired anyway of sitting on god’s left hand, split to join his friends. God, always uptight about what the neighbors would think, simply died of mortification.”

— The Faggots and Their Friends Between Revolutions by Larry Mitchell, Ned Asta

The faggots know better. They know that one man’s victory means the defeat of others and that some men’s plentitude means that others go hungry. The faggots refuse to celebrate the men’s lies.

— The Faggots and Their Friends Between Revolutions by Larry Mitchell, Ned Asta

All the men could be faggots or their friends. They once were.

— The Faggots and Their Friends Between Revolutions by Larry Mitchell, Ned Asta

The faggots’ energy was drained and used by the men. The faggots’ activity helped to keep the men’s empires alive.

— The Faggots and Their Friends Between Revolutions by Larry Mitchell, Ned Asta

When things are loose, you can tell the faggots from the men. The men wear grey and the faggots wear all the other colors. When things are tight, the faggots hang all the other colors in their closets and fade back into the greyness of the men, known only to each other and wait.

— The Faggots and Their Friends Between Revolutions by Larry Mitchell, Ned Asta

Warren wants to know who the leader of the faggots is so he can rationalize with him. But the faggots have no leader. They have only dead heroes.

— The Faggots and Their Friends Between Revolutions by Larry Mitchell, Ned Asta