i wanted to try things, everything, especially things that are illegal and have a faint whiff of glamour.

Remember when i slept with my head in a puddle at your feet? It was humility, or atonement. later your ankle was a pillow and finally you pulled me up and in my sleep i placed your hand above my heart, like i forgot i didn't live there anymore

There are a lot of queers starved for entertainment from their own community.

i wanted to try things, everything, especially things that are illegal and have a faint whiff of glamour.

Maybe we could all take care of each other, I dreamed.

You try to be good, to be good and loving and nice and not hard, not tough, a sweet nice girl, not ugly, not full of ugliness, but people make it impossible.

How do you make a girl know she's beautiful? What is the system for that, what do you show her, how do you give her a new set of eyes and turn her face back to the mirror?