My mind reeling with the concept that a human being, a man, could feel pride over sodomizing another man,
It did not occur to me, ever, that people were good or that a man was capable of change or that the world could be a better place through one’s taking pleasure in a feeling or a look or a gesture, of...
If another round of Bellinis comes within a twenty-foot radius of this table we are going to set the maître d’ on fire.
He looked at me with such vehemence that I felt like a blip, a fart, in the course of his life.
General competence is on the fucking decline.
You seem happy.I'm almost afraid of how happy I am.
Why not? she asks petulantly. Give me one good reason we shouldn’t. Because trying to fuck you is like trying to French-kiss a very … small and … lively gerbil? I tell her. I don’t know. Yes? she says...
Where are we going? I asked I don’t know, he said. Just driving. But this road doesn’t go anywhere, I told him. That doesn’t matter. What does? I asked, after a little while. Just that we’re on it, du...
When the going gets tough, the tough go drinking.
This is reality, and as my loathsome brother Sean would say, I have to deal with it. The
This is not an exit.
The seeds of love have taken hold and if we won't burn together, I'll burn alone.
The office Halloween party was at the Royalton last week and I went as a mass murderer, complete with a sign painted on my back that read MASS MURDERER (which was decidedly lighter than the sandwich b...
The Left had become a rage machine, burning itself up: a melting blue bubble dissolving in on itself.
Reflection is useless, the world is senseless. Evil is its only permanence. God is not alive. Love cannot be trusted. Surface, surface, surface was all that anyone found meaning in … this was civiliza...
Questions raced through my mind—does she go wild during sex, does she come easily, does she freak out about oral sex, does she mind a guy coming in her mouth? Then I realized I won’t go to bed with a...
Lover? se asks, her voice reminding me of someone human.
Love cannot be trusted. Surface, surface, surface was all that anyone found meaning in … this was civilization as I saw it, colossal and jagged …
If you can’t make a girl come why even bother? That always seemed to me to be like writing questions in a letter.
I want to go back, Daniel says, quietly, with effort.Where? I ask, unsure.There's a long pause that kind of freaks me out and Daniel finishes his drink and fingers the sunglasses he's still wearing an...