Boys don’t cry—or at least that’s what everybody’s supposed to believe.
All I wanted was to share myself with him...in a love way, lust way, every kind of way.
I didn’t know if I should put my faith in God or Satan. Was there really a difference at the end of the day, when we were all going to be dead souls anyway?
Having random sex the way Tania did sounded kinda...hollow. I didn’t want to live in a Hollowland.
It reached a point where the paranoia was getting to me. Everywhere I looked, it seemed like people were hanging out, wanting to date, hooking up, wanting to hook up—it was relationships, relationships, relationships everywhere. Guys checking out g...
I knew what it felt like to have no say in who you were as a sexual being. It didn’t just strip away your dignity. It stripped away everything you were: your identity, your self-respect, your pleasure. Because it was all about the pleasure of the o...
Then he gave me a sweet kiss as if I was his one and only lover.
