24 Quotes & Sayings By Julio Alexi Genao

You let me set the water in the shower, and followed me into the booth to stand there with me under the warm spray. You kept your head down, not looking me in the eyes–though if you were shy, I couldn’t tell. You had no reason to be. You know what you look like. I know you don’t remember what we did. I want to tell you. Julio Alexi Genao

What it is is the memory of a dance a song you heard long ago to hear it is to be young again and for once for once you are happy Julio Alexi Genao

They’d come for you, and this time they’d come with we Julio Alexi Genao

Don’t tell me not to drink. not to smoke. not to grieve. if i speak of these things it’s because i have to– but i am not speaking to you. Julio Alexi Genao

But it turns out Joy is a house built from the same bricks as Sorrow. Pleasure is a poem, and it uses the same words as Pain. Julio Alexi Genao

People say life is Julio Alexi Genao

The second day, I watched you suffer through one of your nightmares, but this one was worse than I’d seen before. You called out another man’s name. Julio Alexi Genao

That’s why I was calm. When you woke me in the middle of the night with your hand around my throat, and I thought I was going to die for bringing you home–that I had given my life to lie down next to a murderer–that’s why I was calm. Because all I was thinking in that moment was that it was worth it. Julio Alexi Genao

My skin hungered for you. You were warm, and alive, and in my bed, and I wanted you so bad I could feel the ripple of need on the pads of my fingertips, on the palms of my hands, on the skin of my back, at the base of my cock, inside my ass– I wanted the taste of you in my mouth. Julio Alexi Genao

I watched you roll off me and step away from the bed in silence, but when the heat of your body was gone, I wanted it back. Julio Alexi Genao

I wanted to take your hand into mine and kiss it. I never dared. Julio Alexi Genao

So. Monday. We meet again. We will never be friends–but maybe we can move past our mutual enmity toward a more-positive partnership. Julio Alexi Genao

The best sci-fi stories use the fantastical to remind us of the reality of who we are today, the hope of who we may become tomorrow, and the shame of who we were yesterday. Julio Alexi Genao

Not your distress. Never that. I loved– I loved being there. Next to you. The pile of limbs that was Us. Together in the same bed. Even if it meant waking up with a few new bruises. Julio Alexi Genao

I was asked a series of ques Julio Alexi Genao

I didn’t know what Julio Alexi Genao

I gave you all my secrets, and you lost them all. You lost a lot of things. But the treasure of it was in the giving, not the keeping. Julio Alexi Genao

I’m nothing, here. A lowly surveillance analyst. Being the hero could have meant something good for me. Could have changed my whole Julio Alexi Genao

If the worst you can say about an otherwise sweet-natured and pleasant romance novel is that the main characters are just too wholesome to suit you and your bitter, bitter, cat-infested, 7-years-friendless-and-romantically-barren life, you should probably just eat a fucking cupcake and settle in to wait for El Señor to take you away from this place on the wings of angels who all bear a marked resemblance to a young Rob Lowe. Julio Alexi Genao

The only thing worse than a bigot is an “ally” who can’t stop congratulating themselves on their enlightenment. Julio Alexi Genao

I couldn’t make myself move from the bed. To reach for you. I’d known this moment was coming, and now that it had arrived I found I had no strength in my limbs. Only my voice. Only words. Asking you to stay. Julio Alexi Genao

I loved you even when you forgot me. And–for a little while–you loved me back. Julio Alexi Genao

I know you’ve forgotten me, but I’ll remember you as long as I live. Julio Alexi Genao