Oh, Mona, we're all damned fools! Some of us just have more fun with it than others. Loosen up, dear! Don't be so afraid to cry . . . or laugh, for that matter. Laugh all you want and cry all you want...
I felt very close to God.... My friends say that's because I was always on my knees.
I know I can't tell you what it's like to be gay. But I can tell you what it's not. It's not hiding behind words, Mama. Like family and decency and Christianity.
Your hair has always been amazing. I remember those fabulous chopsticks you used to wear.Anna wore a look of amused chagrin. I'm afraid Mr. Greenleaf won't let me wear those anymore. I took a little t...
Two days after his twelfth birthday, a fortnight before his father was jailed for debt, Charles Dickens was sent to work in a blacking factory. There, in a rat-infested room by the docks, he sat for t...
It took so long to find you...and now I don't want it to change. I want it all set in amber. I want us and nobody else in the most selfish way you can imagine. I can't help it--I'm old-fashioned. I be...
I have always preferred an occasional orgy to a nightly routine.What?Aunt Augusta said that. In Travels with My Aunt.
Mona … lots of things are more binding than sex. They last longer too.
Hey, you look at your tits; I'll look at mine! (Michael Tolliver, Tales of the City)
Needing and loving are two different things.
Brian’s face turned pouty. So you were just blowing smoke up my ass. Anna smiled dimly. You may have been inhaling, dear, but I wasn’t blowing.
Being in love is the only transcendent experience.
Mona knocked at the wrong time.Uh…yeah…wait a minute, Mona -- Mona shouted through the door. Room service, gentlemen. Just pull the covers up.Michael grinned at Jon. My roommate. Brace yourself.Second...
The little pool was lighted now, the same glowing green-or so I imagined-as the eyes of the cats who slept in the shadows around it.
How could I possibly NOT be disappointed by what I would find? Nothing had ever met my expectation, since nothing could compete with my doctoring imagination, my pathetic compulsion to make the world...
But it's amazing how many people think that gay men should slink off into the shadows when it comes to having friendships with children.
A half-hour conversation with Binky was like eating a Whitman Sampler in one sitting.
And this was what bothered him about owning a VCR. If that cowboy was yours for the taking—yours at the flip of a switch—what was to stop you from abandoning human contact altogether? He
Could you conjugate that? To sleaze. I sleaze. You sleaze. We all have sleazen.
Then they would both dissolve in giggles, bowing in their mirth to the awful hopelessness of it all.
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