Red, White & Royal Blue

by Casey McQuiston

You are the thistle in the tender and sensitive arse crack of my life.

Straight people, he thinks, probably don’t spend this much time convincing themselves they’re straight.

And you have fixed my Life—however short. You did not light me: I was always a mad comet; but you have fixed me. I spun round you a satellite for a month, but shall swing out soon, a dark star in the orbit where you will blaze.

“Nicotine patch, bitch.”

am a changed man, unburdened by the demons of my past,”

“We can also discuss how I might cost Mom the election because I’m a one-man bisexual wrecking ball who exposed the vulnerability of the White House private email server.”