And yet there was something about his strength, his arrogance, his sheer size that got under my skin. He probably couldn't even spell vanilla. He was probably selfish in the sack. Probably selfish and greedy and...unsophisticated. And hung like a horse.
Hey, its not much of a closet is it?" "No. Its not. I don't like closets. Life's to short to spend hiding in the dark.
When you live with a potentially life-threatening condition you get used to the thought of dying. You accept it, you push on. The thing that scared me was the picture of dying slowly and painfully, the loss of independence and identity to illness.
Everything a gay man does makes a political statement. Everything matters: where you bank, where you shop, where you eat. When you hold your lover’s hand in public
You're kind of a smart ass when you're not flat on your face.
I thought of the words of the Renaissance philosopher Michel de Montaigne. "If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.
I think it was Mark Twain who said, “Get your facts straight, and then you can distort them as much as you like.
Cops before breakfast.Before coffee even. As if Mondays weren't bad enough.
The battle rages eternal, though the race, religion, gender or sexual orientation of those discriminated against changes regularly. Maybe man’s need for a scapegoat is genetically programmed into him.
How did people get over this? They obviously did. Every day someone fell in love with the wrong person and had to pack up all their fragile, misguided hopes and unwanted affection, and move on to the next picnic table.
The only thing worse than opera is someone who hums along with opera.
He needed fresh air and sunshine. A walk in the woods and afterward a good book to read by the fire. Yeah, that was the life.
I want people to react to my work, to think, to question, to challenge, to cry and laugh and feel.
I'm not insane. This is very simple, very straightforward. Provided he doesn't kill me, its foolproof.
Kevin refilled my plastic cup with more box wine. I smiled thanks. Kevin smiled welcome. Jake kicked my ankle.
Knowing and believing are two different things.
You were the first in every way that counted.
I’m never wrong? Who besides Republican presidents and evil masterminds can say that with a straight face?
'What about stress? Are you using your stress-management techniques when things seem to be getting on top of you?' 'Nothing is getting on top of me.' As I said it, a totally inappropriate picture popped into my mind. 'What are you feeling?' Jake's breath warm against my face, my bruised lips tingling from his kisses. 'Tell me what it feels like with me inside you.'
Anyone who wasn't half-stoned on pain meds would have instantly realized what a really bad idea this plan was, but since that didn't include me, I didn't worry about it.
Then, like a born and bred asshole, he added to the sheriff, "He writes murder mysteries.
I never meant to get involved with you, Adrien. Rest easy; you're not.
...Jake, a homosexual cop buried so deep in the closet he didn't know where to look for himself.
Tiffs among the faggots were apparently the stuff of quiet merriment.
Focus on someone else’s problems for a change, I instructed myself. You need the practice. From now on you’ll have to live in a world you didn’t make up. Horrible thought.
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