And for all he had learned to bandage himself up on the outside, the wound remained just as bad and deep as the moment it had been made - when it became obvious that the one male he wanted above all others was never, ever going to be with him.

Sometimes words were less valuable than the air that carried them when it came to getting close.

Unfortunately, beer was only a short-term answer. And head transplants had yet to be approved by the FDA.

What is wrong with you ” he whispered “that you care so much about me ” Blay’s sad smile added about a million years to his age lining his face with the kind of knowledge that came only after life kicked you in the nuts a number of times. “What is wrong with you that you can’t see why I would

G'on now.' he murmured with that Southern drawl. 'Lie on back and let me take care of you. I promise to go slow...real slow.' - Issac Rothe, Crave

You've always had me ... and my heart. My soul. Everything. I wish it hadn't taken this long for me to man up.

The mind...the mind was the most powerful force for and against someone.