“Twice Golan [Cipel] and I had managed to spend whole nights together, once in Philadelphia, when we’d gone for an Army-Navy game and a Jewish event; and another time for a meeting at the American Israeli Political Action Committee in Washington, D.C., where we had the nerve to tell the state troopers we would share a double-occupancy room to save taxpayers’ money. We grew so concerned about the troopers listening in that we made love on the floor, fearing a squeak from the beds.”

“I wasn’t his lover. I didn’t have sex with him. I never heard anything from him saying that he loved me. The only things that happened were sexual harassments. And unwanted sexual advances and assaults. … He turned and pushed me with a lot of strength to the bedroom, and I was in shock. He put his hands to my chest and pushed me into the bedroom. He pushed me onto the bed and jumped on me. We wrestled and he stopped. And ... I asked him, ‘Why did you think I was gay?’ And he said, ‘Everybody’s a little bit gay.’ I was very embarrassed. … I just hurried out, out of the house.”

“One of the qualities that gay people can have is that out of defence, you start laughing the longest and the loudest at everything. In the end, it is fatal because once you start laughing at everything, you destroy the mechanism for taking anything seriously. Including yourself.”