libidinous, adj.I never understood why anyone would have sex on the floor. Until I was with you and I realized: you don’t realize you’re on the floor.

There were so many other people in my life.I had spent all of my time listening,learning the longings we all have in common.I never took the time to hear them in myselfand I heard them...

If you’re not able to laugh inside a sex shop,then you probably shouldn’t be there.I mean, they don’t call it fooling around for nothing.

up” as a physical matter. The changes after—Elijah has to believe they’re a matter of choice. Looking at Danny used to be like looking at the future. Now looking at Danny is like looking at...

When I say, Be my lover, I don’t mean, Let’s have an affair. I don’t mean, Sleep with me. I don’t mean, Be my secret. I want us to go back down to that root.I...

People say that time slips through our fingers like sand. What they don’t acknowledge is that some of the sand sticks to the skin. These are the memories that will remain, memories of the time...

it’s like kissing a boy, finally, a boy

I just needed to realize that style was like personality – it didn’t always have to be consistent; it just had to be something you lived with.

For the Jesus Revolutionaries, the answer was clear: Jesus would not be out waging “preventative” wars. Jesus would not be withholding medicine from people who could not afford it. Jesus would not cast stones at...

So that’s what we did – rocketing down Sixth Avenue, dashing around the rest of the post-concert crowd, splashing our tracks until our ankles were soaked. You took the lead, and I started to lose...

Because sometimes you just have to dance like a madman in the Self-Help section of your local bookstore.

It might feel like the end of the world–but it’s the beginning of your art.

She had been lost on her own and I had been lost on my own, so it was natural that once we found each other we wanted to keep being unlost with each other. But...

It’s a highly deceptive world, one that constantly asks you to comment but doesn’t really care what you have to say.

placid, adj.Sometimes I love it when we just lie on our backs, gaze off, stay still.

I tried to shut myself down completely, put up my best screensaver personality to coast through the day. I didn’t want to see her. I was desperate to see her. I wanted to hold it...

The past and the future are complicated. It’s the present that’s simple.

is that what relationships become? A reduced version of the hurt, nothing else let in.

loss takes as much as love does, sometimes more

Having grown up here, I always wonder what it would be like to see this city as a tourist. Is it ever a disappointment? I have to believe that New York always lives up to...

misgivings, n.Last night, I got up the courage to ask you if you regretted us. “There are things I miss,” you said. “But if I didn’t have you, I’d miss more.

He was attractive. I knew that. And I knew that attractive people always got away with things.

Self-preservation isn’t worth it if you can’t live with the self you’re preserving.

I wish I could remember the moment when I was a kid and I discovered that the letters linked into words, and that the words linked to real things. What a revelation that must have...

I am a firm believer in serendipity – all the random pieces coming together in one wonderful moment, when suddenly you see what their purpose was all along.

After a while, you have to be at peace with the fact that you simply are. There is no way to know why.

They should be going to sleep, but good company is the enemy of sleep.

I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I’m seeing we don’t live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to...

As we become the distant past, you become a future few of us would have imagined.

It was a laugh that came from the tip of his toes, gaining force and soul as it traveled through his body and out into the world in mirthful bursts. There wasn’t anything fake about...

breathtaking, adj.Those mornings when we kiss and surrender for an hour before we say a single word.

Don’t be rude!” Boomer protested. As if the cookie might be offended.

Breath and heat and contact and shirts off and skin on skin and smiles and murmurs and the enormity revealing itself in the tiniest of gestures, the most delicate sensations.

This is what a small victory feels like. It feels like a little surprise and a lot of relief. It makes the past feel lighter and the future seem even lighter than that, if only...

It is okay to be happy

He was beautiful in the way that a breeze is beautiful—the kind of beauty you feel gratitude for.

The promise of a kiss will carry us forward.

The more kindness and justice are challenged, the more we must embrace them. Only when you are challenged – and only when you challenge yourself – do you discover what truly matters.

It looks like Animal and Miss piggy had sex,” I said. “And this was the spawn.” “My eyes!” Boomer cried. “My eyes! I can’t stop seeing it now that you’ve said it!

I don’t like to do what people expect. Why should I live up to their expectations instead of my own?

Life goes on. Get over it. You’re still young. It’ll get better. Blah, Blah, Blah

Whether keenly striking or laughably awful, contemporary art is rarely unentertaining.

I was seventeen, halfway toward eighteen, and I had learned something nobody had ever taught me: Once you get to a certain age, especially if a driver’s license is involved, you can go a whole...

It was a mistake,” you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you.

Love me less,but love me for a long time.

My eyes are open and I’m not seeing a thing because I am so lost inside.

It is a sound like loneliness—enough to let you know you’re there, but not enough to fill you with life.

and i’m thinking, aren’t i supposed to be the one who’s freaking out here? tiny is going to be the first b-b-b- (i can’t do it) boy-f-f-f (c’mon, will) boyf-boyf (here we go) boyfriend of...

Enlightenment is scary. Sometimes things look better in the dark.

I have never wanted a lover. In order to have a lover, I must go back to the root of the word. For I have never wanted a lover, but I have always wanted to...