Drink your coffee – people in Africa are sleeping.
And why is it the best looking ones are always straight?
I didn’t approve of murder on general principles. Not even of people who seemed to go around begging for it.
Rachel delivered it like an official pronouncement. Like she was one of the fairies gifting Sleeping Beauty’s christening: Beauty. Intelligence. Heterosexual.
One thing I’ve noticed about getting older, it takes twice as much work to get half the results one formerly achieved by falling out of bed.
The only thing worse than opera is someone who hums along with opera.
You got a little bit of an attitude, Mr. English, if you don’t mind my saying so. I don’t mind.
Jake’s mouth found mine, his lips molding hot and soft to my own. His tongue tentatively tested the seal of my lips; I parted them and he pushed inside. It was startlingly sweet and achingly familiar, like finding harbor.
I’m never wrong? Who besides Republican presidents and evil masterminds can say that with a straight face?
I don’t know if real courage lies in storming barricades or simply not denying the truth.
You’re kind of a smart ass when you’re not flat on your face.
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 problem with a life spent reading is you know too much.
I hadn’t liked him at first. He did sort of grow on you after a while. Like the cosmopolitans. Or maybe because of the cosmopolitans.
He never lied to me. I just didn’t ask the questions I didn’t want to know the answers to.
You were the first in every way that counted.
Knowing and believing are two different things.
Kevin refilled my plastic cup with more box wine. I smiled thanks. Kevin smiled welcome. Jake kicked my ankle.
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.
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.