O Lord, as I walk through the valley of the shadow of doubt, at least let me wear a Walkman...
In this space, in this moment, we are who we want to be. I am lucky, because for me that doesn’t take much courage. But for others, it takes a world of bravery to make it to the clearing.
But I think we both knew, even then, that what we had was something even more rare, and even more meaningful. I was going to be his friend, and was going to show him possibilities. And he, in turn, would become someone I could trust more than myself.
I find myself thinking back to something I saw on the local news about a year ago. A teen football player had died in a car accident. The cameras showed all his friends after the funeral—these big hulking guys, all in tears, saying, “I loved him....
Tony knows the names of trees and birds. As we walk around, he points them out to me. I try to record them in my mind, but the information never holds. What matters to me is the emotional meaning of the objects.
This is what a small victory feels like. It feels like a little surprise and a lot of relief. It makes the past feel lighter and the future seem even lighter than that, if only for a moment. It feels like rightness winning. It feels like possibility.
Because sometimes you just have to dance like a madman in the Self-Help section of your local bookstore.
My lines all curve. I tend to connect the wrong dots.
We pencil-sketch our previous life so we can contrast it to the technicolor of the moment.
The promise of a kiss will carry us forward.
There are so many words in our language; we get to know so few of them.
I've always known I was gay, but it wasn't confirmed until I was in kindergarten. It was my teacher who said so. It was right there on my kindergarten report card: PAUL IS DEFINITELY GAY AND HAS VERY GOOD SENSE OF SELF.
I can tell from the glint in her eyes that she’s at least an acquaintance of Dorothy.
I had never really thought of marriages as things that involved liking. I had just assumed this man-woman arrangement was yet another adult quirk, like flossing.
Do I really have to find a word for it? Can't it just be what it is?
We stay this way until twilight colours the window and the hour calls me home
I am a firm believer in serendipity - all the random pieces coming together in one wonderful moment, when suddenly you see what their purpose was all along.
I want to talk to you and be random with you and be ridiculous with you.
