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have a problem. Which is that I’m so not of the culture I pretend to belong to. Secretly I want something conservative in this hip hip world. It just kills me every time. I have an overly determined relationship to sex. I have too much
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“This is because the caress is not a simple stroking; it is a shaping.”
― Novel Gazing: Queer Readings in Fiction
― Novel Gazing: Queer Readings in Fiction
“He’s not so short,” said Ekaterin defensively. “He’s just . . . concentrated.” Her”
― Komarr
― Komarr
“We were discussing a subject that was quite prominent at the time, the trend for lesbian biological mothers to use the absence of legal relationship recognition to deny custody to former female partners who had fully participated in raising a child. We were discussing the cruelty to the former partner and to the child, the vindictiveness, the destruction of the community, the endless longing and irresolution that it produces, and I asked Kendell how these women justified these actions. “It’s the cadre of friends,” she said. This insight has stayed with me ever since. There is often a “cadre” of bad friends around a person encouraging them to do things that are morally wrong, unjustified, and unethical,”
― Conflict Is Not Abuse: Overstating Harm, Community Responsibility, and the Duty of Repair
― Conflict Is Not Abuse: Overstating Harm, Community Responsibility, and the Duty of Repair
“What’s been coming to Becca, since all this began, is this: real isn’t what they try to tell you. Time isn’t. Grown-ups hammer down all these markers, bells schedules coffee-breaks, to stake down time so you’ll start believing it’s something small and mean, something that scrapes flake after flake off of everything you love till there’s nothing left; to stake you down so you won’t lift off and fly away, somersaulting through whirlpools of months, skimming through eddies of glittering seconds, pouring handfuls of hours over your upturned face.”
― The Secret Place
― The Secret Place
“You forget what it was like. You'd swear on your life you never will, but year by year it falls away. How your temperature ran off the mercury, your heart galloped flat-out and never needed to rest, everything was pitched on the edge of shattering glass. How wanting something was like dying of thirst. How your skin was too fine to keep out any of the million things flooding by; every color boiled bright enough to scald you, any second of any day could send you soaring or rip you to bloody shreds.”
― The Secret Place
― The Secret Place
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