Practically every guy is the perfect guy the first night, so why ever bother with a second?

It’s not about who you sleep with, or whether you know about sports or tools or have a pearl-wearing wife or whether commercials make you cry. […] it’s about whether you step up. When something...

Fiction is true. It doesn’t have to factual to be true.

And that’s the best we can hope for from art, you know? That it changes you for the better. That it lights up the world a little bit.

My mom didn’t even know about it.

I was bi and my heart was off-limits to no one, at least not for any reason like what they had between their legs or whether their chests were flat or round. And maybe because...