Ribs closing on his heart, Will battled internal sirens whose song he couldn’t yet decipher. During his childhood, ‘sin’ had been such an abstract word. It denoted getting your Sunday best dirty and torn, or lying to have your brother punished ...
By the time you have a platform for saying what you want, you’ve already become part of the system. It’s how it works.
We are Darwin’s confetti. Some of us fall on bare rock. No matter how good you are, you can fail spectacularly. Just because you were at the wrong place at the wrong time. Or just because of some fatal flaw. Nothing to do with talent.
Orgasm isn’t a goal. It’s the attitude that matters. Abir has never even asked how I feel after sex. He has many other concerns. He provides for me and I provide for him, that’s a familiarity which no one can deny. We love each other. Love is a...
