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I loved him so much in this moment. No man I had ever been with had admitted to a gay sex dream.

"If you were a French man this would all be perfectly acceptable,” Jordi said.
She was a really good friend.

I considered saying let's skip it today, as if I had other things to do or self-control.

An overly skilled lover was kind of icky—desire should make you clumsy. I always imagined us tripping all over ourselves with hunger.

Mostly you put concealer on and then later take it off and nothing life-changing happens in between.

We stopped to look at the view and catch our breath and he took his sweater off, and as he pulled it over his head his T-shirt lifted, too, and in front of me was his chest. I don't want to describe it. I'll just say that there were only a few hairs around the nipples. That'sall I wantto say at this juncture. Skinny but muscles. That's all, enough. The word ripped comes to mind, The End.

“masc-of-center woman” god i love this writing

Lies in quotes because people always use the word so righteously, as if the truth is a naturally occurring diamond. But fine, call it lying. Each person does the amount of lying that is right for them. You have to know yourself and fulfill the amount of untruth that your constitution requires.

He doesn't see how each moment can be made terrible if you only try. There can be a problem every second so that life is a sort of low-grade torture. Then, when you are free, like when I was eating dessert with Jordi, it feels really, really good, like a drug high. So: grit, grit, grit, then: release. Joy.