Wilem: 'What is the word for that here? A man who is intimate with both women and men?'' Lucky?' Denna suggested. 'Tired? Ambidextrous?''Ambisextrous, ' I corrected.
I desire to be with you. I miss you. I feel lonely when I can't see you. I am obsessed with you, fascinated by you, infatuated with you. I hunger for your taste, your smell, the feel of your soul touching mine.
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Jack Llawayllynn
I understand addiction now. I never did before, you know. How could a man (or a woman) do something so self-destructive, knowing that they’re hurting not only themselves, but the people they love? It seemed that it would be so incredibly easy for them to...
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Marie Sexton
I suppose it’s not a social norm, and not a manly thing to do – to feel, discuss feelings. So that’s what I’m giving the finger to. Social norms and stuff…what good are social norms, really? I think all they do is project a limited...
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Jess C. Scott
But I think we both knew, even then, that what we had was something even more rare, and even more meaningful. I was going to be his friend, and was going to show him possibilities. And he, in turn, would become someone I could trust...
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David Levithan
If a bullet should enter my brain, let that bullet destroy every closet door.
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Harvey Milk
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