You should know it yourself- a young man is still a boy, and a boy sometimes has the right to be stubborn.

Living in Sydney, I've taken the chance to start surfing again. One of my best memories of growing up is catching my first proper wave and surfing across it and my brother cheering at me from the shore.

But then, is there cowardice in the acknowledgment of fear? Is there cowardice in being glad that you lived?

And then there's the sickness I feel from looking at legs I can't touch, or at lips that don't smile at me. Or hips that don't reach for me. And hearts that don't beat for me.

...to swear with a ferocity that can only be described as a talent.

The orange flames waved at the crowd as paper and print dissolved inside them. Burning words were torn from their sentences.

I could introduce myself properly, but it's not really necessary. You will know me well enough and soon enough, depending on a diverse range of variables. It suffices to say that at some point in time, I will be standing over you, as genially as possible. Your soul will be in my arms. A color will be perched on my shoulder. I will carry you gently away.