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call dancing fairy sports. Fairy sports is our athletics.”
Dancing is sports for faggots. We’re the best at it. And there’s no win or lose. No competition. No being last guy chosen in gym.”
Dogs are faggot children.”
How could he have made love with another human being and not remember?
And were leather and jockstraps and football jerseys and satin boxing shorts all a send-up and a turn-on, and was this a clue to the faggot sensibility?
New York is not the world. We are more sophisticated. The rest of the world is not sophisticated. The rest of the world is Main Street, the story of a doctor and his young wife.
Why tell? They cannot understand. It will make them unhappy. Why upset apple carts? But Fred would respond with: Why must I go on leading a secret life in the back streets? This only means I am ashamed of myself and this life and I would like to stop being ashamed of this life and me and who and what I am.
and since the Lemish name was not a graven image on the donors’ tablets, the services were short.
Sleep was for lazies, drop-outs, unconcerneds, incompetents, misser-outers, and the plainly slags and drags.
“My new definition of jaded is when you find a cock that’s too big.”
Why am I being told all this?, Fred paused to wonder. This I didn’t need. What should I say and do? What the fuck is going on here? What the no-fuck is going on here?
and use whatever information he would find to subtly force-feed their true and destined if reluctantly blooming love.
what’s wrong with making our very own special place, with our dancing and drugs and jokes and clothes and music and brotherhood and fucking and our perfectly marvelous taste!”
and Fred wonders what would happen if all their toys and all their costumes were taken away? They might be forced … to love.
Yes, we were the quintessential faggots, Dinky. One cock teaser and one doormat. Afraid of love. Using our bodies as barter instead of our brains as heart.
