Why not simply surrender to one’s doom, since one was so clearly, so spectacularly, doomed?
Our students didn’t used to come from such damaged families,” Louis mused. “It’s true what they say. This country really is coming apart at the seams.
The angel descended when you were least expecting it. Tracy felt something quietly go click in his despairing heart.
My darlings! You can hardly expect an aged crone like me to mar such a lovely event. No, I shall remain here and knit shadows. Now go forth and shine bravely, and think of nothing but love.
That’s the way Chris lives, warning everyone who gets close of the lightning that may strike. Never touch anything, never make a mark. But Anatole can’t live that way. The world’s too lonely a place:...
Absolutely, love matters,” she reiterated. “We forget that at our own risk.
You get exactly what you want, Anatole’s always suspected, only when you get it it’s no longer what you want, you need something else.
He wanted to toast mad idealism, forbidden desires, the dreams that drove one to criminal acts. He wanted, quite starkly, oblivion.
Tracy had never been so conscious of the sky above the earth, the dangerous clouds that gathered there, the way humans lived beneath such grandeur and threat every moment of their lives.
Shirtless, they’d stretch out in the long grass and take the healing brunt of a noontime sun that gave no clue of the thunderheads it already, in secret, had begun to breed.
If certain places you came to in life felt right, then how many others were just as clearly the wrong place to be?
Still, the illusion of love had, in its time, led to stranger depravities.
It is Halloween,” he explains coyly. “I wanted to come out as something beautiful. None of this witch stuff for me. My God, don’t we spend our whole life as witches?
Do you even know what gay stands for? Well, let me tell you. G-A-Y. Got Aids yet?
Love loves anarchy. It loves to wreak havoc. It loves to dance atop the ruins.
Despite his care, Reid was still playing with fire, the kind that could without warning sheathe one’s whole life in irreversible conflagration.
Was it a form of madness, no longer to be able to trust your sense of things? To be betrayed by decisions apparently arrived at carefully and through reason, but really no more than marauding appetite...
There was no denying it. Boys grabbed him. Their loveliness tore him apart. The world was a wonder after all.
There’s always people looking the other way when the miracles take place, people who want only a good night’s sleep when the stars are dancing, comets falling, the angels leaning low out of midnight w...
When he got a story urge, there was nothing to do but grab a pen and write. Otherwise it was too much like getting a hard-on and not jerking off.
