Back in December, I wrote a post called "Keep "Em to Yourself," about how nasty we can gay men can often be toward one another.
Recently, I read the following, which I think says, more eloquently, the same thing, and points out the result of such nastiness.
I know many gay people now who honed their caustic wit as a defense mechanism–this particular rapier was the best thing in their own arsenals, so they made sure it was sharp as possible, and sometimes they went in for the kill. Hell, sometimes they still do.
Don't fall into this trap. It doesn't make you safe. It only makes you mean.
When we know better, we have the opportunity to do better. Or, if we can't count on each other for support, who can we count on?
(From "David Levithan," by David Levithan, in The Letter Q: Queer Writers' Notes to Their Younger Selves, edited by Sarah Moon, p. 26. David Levithan is the writer of such young adult novels as Boy Meets Boy and, more recently, Two Boys Kissing.)