Dirty Secret Quotes

“She was a small cat, barely five pounds of black chinchilla fur and fangs, but Pearl Harbor envied her air-raid vocalizations.”
― Rhys Ford, Dirty Secret

“I tried not to let my relief show. I’d been a passenger in Jae’s car a total of three times, and after each trip, I forced myself not to kiss the ground in thanks once I got free of the Explorer. He’d learned to drive in Seoul. Apparently, no one believed in turn signals or lanes in South Korea, because Jae drove like a drunk butterfly heading to its next fermented flower.”
― Rhys Ford, Dirty Secret

“Men are—by nature—stupid creatures.

I think I can speak with some experience on this. Both as a man and well, a gay man. It's bad enough to be one of the stupid creatures. It's quite another to be attracted to them. Cursed at both ends: brain and dick.”
― Rhys Ford, Dirty Secret

“We were close enough to kiss, so close I could feel his warm breathon my mouth. I parted my lips, taking what he felt he could give me, inhailing the kiss he couldn't give me.”
― Rhys Ford, Dirty Secret

“His squirming turned to near seizures, and he swung his arms, smacking me across the cheek. Of course it was the hand with the brick. I saw stars and rolled over. If Rocket got shot at, maybe he could deflect it with his brick, like Wonder Woman.”
― Rhys Ford, Dirty Secret

“Baby, you’re so much of a woman, you turn me off when I hold you.”
― Rhys Ford, Dirty Secret

“I think God knew that I’d one day get bored with retirement and go looking for something to do,” Claudia said softly. “He knew that there was a broken gay boy who’d been treated with such little care that he’d need someone like me in his life. I just had to know how to love him. And if I couldn’t find it in my heart to love the son I already had, how could I learn to love the one I would find?”
― Rhys Ford, Dirty Secret

“After Jae finished his drink, he took the Jack Daniel’s from me and took a sip, gasping at the rawness in his mouth. “That’s….” He coughed, hard. “I drink soju, and I think that stuff’s nasty.” “Keep drinking until it tastes good,” I suggested, kissing his temple. “Then you stop. Unless you want to be really Irish, and then you keep drinking until you start telling everyone you love them.”
― Rhys Ford, Dirty Secret