Ken brought my hand to his lips and kissed it. I'd been paying so much attention to Ken, I didn't know what happened during the game. I don't think anyone cared too much what the outcome was after Ken's at bat.
"Do you know who won?" I asked Cooper, who automatically translated into sign language for Shawn.
Shawn laughed his odd laugh and signed something back. He looked at Ken, who had an arm wrapped possessively around my waist.
Cooper grinned. "Shawn says it looks like you did, Jordie.
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That?" I glanced back to the door where JT had disappeared. "That was Genus Homo, species Whowantstofuckus, subspecies Closeted Headup Hisassia. Let us move on to the cages with the interesting animals."
--Jacob "Yasha" Livingston
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He was a reporter for The Adversary. It was his job to stalk people. He was one step above paparazzi and a couple below common variety garden snake."
- Jae-Sun Fields, pg. 28
Well, now that I'm thoroughly and diligently queer, I expected more manly love-talk, you know? Not like Pretty Baby and feeding you grapes and stuff," he snorted.
"Uh, you mean like, hey you bastard I don't have a beer and nobody's sucking my dick, what's wrong with this picture?
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Yamane reached out a hand. "You've got something on your lip," he murmured, rubbing it gently with his thumb.
"What?" Rory froze
"Me," said Yamane, closing the distance for a kiss.
What can I say? Love is blind,” said Rory, sitting down next to Yamane. “Yamane here is the acknowledged world master of queer fu.”
“Oh, no, you did not just say that.” Yamane shot him a sour look and drank the last of Rory’s beer.
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Whoever had covered our sidewalk with seals and signs apparently had an ax to grind, but I wasn’t worried. Whatever they wanted, I wasn’t about to let it get to me.
Nothing could feel quite so benign as a warm spring day in St. Nacho’s.
So… For some unknown—and probably unknowable—reason, the Witches of Westwick were trying to freak me out. I blew out a long, thin stream of smoke and grinned.
Cool. - Daniel Livingston
I grew up on a working ranch, and there was way too much to do.”
“You what? A working ranch? Like…a cowboy?”
Cam rolled his eyes. “I guess.”
“You’re a cowboy and a fireman?”
“Yes, Daniel,” Cam said dryly. “It’s almost as if I am half of the Village People, all rolled into one.
Because just being
around you makes me so fucking happy, you airhead. I
like you. I want you. I see my unborn children in your
eyes—okay scratch that one. I swear to fuck I’m not
being flip here.” I sighed. “What my heart does
whenever you’re near isn’t just about chemistry Cam.
It’s like…stargazing. I feel insignificant and dazzled.
Hopeful yet completely unprepared.
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I'm too old to be your adolescent experiment."
Rory called back, "I'm too old to be an experimenting adolescent."
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