You're more than a story.

I wanted a heaven. And I grew up striving for that world-- an eternal world- that would wash away my temporary misery.

Her lips tarried at mine. Baiting each other with the warmth of our breath, barely grazing, detouring, then connecting.

At night, lying on your back and staring at the falling snow, it's easy to imagine oneself soaring through the stars.

You have so many layers, that you can peel away a few, and everyone's so shocked or impressed that you're baring your soul, while to you it's nothing, because you know you've twenty more layers to go.

Edward Said talks about Orientalism in very negative terms because it reflects the prejudices of the west towards the exotic east. But I was also having fun thinking of Orientalism as a genre like Cowboys and Indians is a genre – they’re not an accurate representation of the American west, they’re like a fairy tale genre.

Shame is always easier to handle if you have someone to share it with.