You can be anything you want, but when you go against who you are inside, it doesn't feel good.

The hole in my heart, I can’t even begin to describe. It’s hard when you open your heart and let someone in and then suddenly they’re not in it anymore. It doesn’t matter whose fault it is; that empty spot stings so bad that you want to find any kind of relief, or wrap yourself up so tight you can’t feel it anymore. I knew it might be there a little while. Or maybe even a long while. For both of us.

It needs to be said that sometimes my mom forgets important details when she talks. Like the time she told us she was considering leather (couches, it turns out), or when I was little and she said, "Here's a napkin to put your balls in" (the Atomic Fireballs that I was eating, she meant).

You can be anything you want, but when you go against who you are inside, it doesn't feel good.

Having no room of my own to "take care of things" had begun to weigh on me. I wondered if storing up semen would have a health impact on me, positive or negative, like shinier hair or weight gain.

Straight people have it so much easier. They don’t understand. They can’t. There’s no such thing as openly straight.

The world needs people who are more comfortable standing still. We keep the earth on it axis when everybody else is bouncing around.