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When I was going through my club-kid phase, I didn’t even bother to ask the names of my hookups, let alone make notes on the terminology.
There should really be a word for the feeling you get when you do a thing you don’t particularly want to do to support somebody else but then realise they didn’t actually need you and nobody would have noticed if you’d stayed home in your pyjamas eating Nutella straight from the jar.
“For a gay, you are far too sensitive about your arsehole.”
My anger, like every man I’d ever been with, didn’t seem inclined to stick around.
Oliver had an actually quite pleasant-looking pile of leaves. I mean, I wouldn’t personally have wanted it for dinner, but I guess it served him right for having ethics.
“It’s easy. All I do is I touch something, and whether it sparks joy or not, I just leave it exactly where it is.”
“Wow. This is turning into an episode of Queer Eye only with fewer hot men, and without the heartwarming bit where they make you feel good about yourself.”
I sometimes feel I haven’t achieved what I should have achieved. On the basis of quite a lot of evidence, I worry that I’m not very easy to care for. But I’m not trying to hide that. I’m just trying to cope with it.”
“Eh, have you seen what our kings used to wear? Their faces were beat for the gods and their heels were sickening.”
My working theory was that getting a dessert from a vegan restaurant was like having sex with someone less attractive than you—they knew it was a tough sell, so they tried harder.
‘slightly more friends than you can fit around your table’ is exactly the right number of friends to have.
