A work of art doesn’t need to provide complete answers in order to succeed. It needs only to excite us into asking questions and give us a place to think about them while we become involved in other people’s lives.
He came to read; two or three books
are lying open: history and poetry.
But after just ten minutes of reading
he lets them drop. There on the sofa
he falls asleep. He truly is devoted to reading-
but he is twenty-three years old, and very handsome.
And just this afternoon, Eros surged
within his perfect limbs and on his lips.
Into his beautiful flesh came the heat of passion,
and there was no foolish embarrassment
about the form that pleasure took..
Oh-” I rest my back against the door to my apartment and purr as I slide down to the floor. “I need to get a tux too.”
“GREAT. We’ll stop at the Tux Boutique tomorrow… while we’re out making babies. I mean DELIVERIES. Sorry-“
“I’d love that. Making babies… that is…
Ken brought my hand to his lips and kissed it. I’d been paying so much attention to Ken, I didn’t know what happened during the game. I don’t think anyone cared too much what the outcome was after Ken’s at bat.
“Do you know who won?” I asked Cooper, who automatically translated into sign language for Shawn.
Shawn laughed his odd laugh and signed something back. He looked at Ken, who had an arm wrapped possessively around my waist.
Cooper grinned. “Shawn says it looks like you did, Jordie.
He was getting undressed and it snapped something inside of him that had been drawing taut, ready to break for months.
“I’m hungry, Bruno,
We have probably all seen teachers who would pick a student up by the scruff of the neck for saying ‘Shit,’ but who would walk by without a word when overhearing that same student taunting a classmate, calling him a ‘fag.’ It is often easier not to intervene – even when there is a clear-cut victim. It’s out in the hall. It isn’t our business. It isn’t our problem.
But our inactions, like our actions, define who we are and what are true values are.
You want to go out to dinner sometime?
Sorry, no. I’m married, not hungry, infected with seven unknown diseases, gay, pregnant with lizards and clinically dead.
Perhaps it was a statement after all: I don’t want to die without knowing you. Do you feel the same way, Carol? She could have said the last question, but she could not have said all that went before it.
Y’look like someone told you they’d stopped making lube.
Most people who are would each not be in love with their partner, if they did not have the kind of genitals they have.