Pete thinks we all have a blacking factory: some awful moment, early on, when we surrender our childish hearts as surely as we lose our baby teeth.
Somepeople drink to foregt, I smoke to remember Anna Madrigal in Tales of the City...
Sooner or later, though, no matter where in the world we live, we must join the diaspora, venturing beyond our biological family to find our logical one, the one that actually makes sense for us. We h...
Sooner or later, though, no matter where in the world we live, we must join the diaspora, venturing beyond our biological family to find our logical one, the one that actually makes sense for us.
Still, I gave her a call, wondering if she might have lost someone herself, but our talk was limited to the surreal events we’d just watched on television. A crisis does draw people together, but rare...
The hell of it is, I know the answer. The answer is that you never, ever, rely on another person for your peace of mind. If you do, you're screwed but good. Not right away, maybe, but sooner or later....
The hostess extended her swanlike neck and opened her mouth to the fullest. Aaaahhhaaaahhhhheeeeaaaahhhh!Somewhere in the depths of the pine forest an identical sound reverberated. An echo! exclaimed...
The line, Lasko. Do you know anyone in San Francisco? Are you just gonna get off the train and take a streetcar to the swimming pool? I might. I could. You have to have a plan, Lasko. No, I don’t. Not...
Who’s Sally Bowles? asked Ben. I turned and looked at my younger, less theatrical half. She used to be married to Ansel Adams. You’re kidding? Yes, I am, I said. Jake
I haven't lost faith in human nature and I haven't decided to be less compassionate to strangers.
Being gay has taught me tolerance, compassion and humility. It has shown me limitless possibilities of living. It has given me people whose passion and kindness and sensitivity have provided a constan...
He should have made a checklist for every step of this transformational journey to radical self-expression.
Help me find Vuitton. The priest scolded her with a glance. You’ve lost him again? Of course not, said Prue. He’s around here somewhere. Vuiiiton! Here, boy!Vuiiiiiton! …
I don't see myself very clearly.Then look at the people who love you...Look into their eyes and see what they're seeing; that's all you need to know yourself.
I want to deceive him just long enough to make him want me..
I'm not sure I even need a lover, male or female. Sometimes I think I'd settle for five good friends.
In a burst of hideous insight, DeDe realized the depth of her commitment to this marriage. She had just traded adultery for a cheeseburger and an order of french fries.
My youth would be like that, the slow decay of cherished myths—about politics and race, about love itself—until nothing was left but compost from which something authentic could finally begin to grow.
Queers doing cowboy dancing. Who would’ve thunk it? Kids who grew up in Galveston and Tucson and Modesto, performing the folk dances of their homeland finally, finally with the partner of their choice...
She lifted the book to her nose and inhaled the scent lingering in its cardboard bones: a hint of rosewater and Lysol that instantly genie-summoned the Blue Moon Lodge. It was Winnemucca condensed, th...
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