“To be a fag was to be a bandit. I liked the way fag looked from the outside. It made me want to fuck myself. For me, identity wasn't about finding something within—a cicada biding time in my underground —but about sensing myself out in the world.”
“To be a fag was to be a bandit. I liked the way fag looked from the outside. It made me want to fuck myself. For me, identity wasn't about finding something within—a cicada biding time in my underground —but about sensing myself out in the world.”
"Only shallow people insist on disbelief. You and I know better. We understand how reality is invoked. A person sits in a room and thinks a thought and it bleeds out into the world...
"Only shallow people insist on disbelief. You and I know better. We understand how reality is invoked. A person sits in a room and thinks a thought and it bleeds out into the world...