She ignores me, so I cup my hands over my mouth and do something I haven’t done in years— barnyard sounds.

If no words come, you can always give him the finger.

Oh, and just so you know, before we go out to the field we all get into a huddle and yell 'Go Queers!' really loud.

Being brave is not as easy as it looks.

You shouldn't love me. I don't deserve you.

When I look out [the window] at the big houses on either side of the road, it's obvious we've entered the rich side of town. Poor people don't post signs like NO TRESPASSING, PRIVATE DRIVE, PRIVATE PROPERTY, MONITORED BY CAMERA SURVEILLANCE. I should know because I've been poor my entire life, and the only person I know who ever posted a sign like these is my friend...and he actually stole the sign off a rich guy's yard.

I want to tell her how much she's become the center of my being. But I can't. The words won't come.