It was cliché, maybe, to book a hotel room for our one-year anniversary—but N didn’t seem to mind. I collapsed onto the bed, twisting my fingers around the wrought-iron headboard, and smiled as she danced around the room in the red silk dress she’d bought for the occasion. Sing-shouting greetings at the flat-screen television and…Continue Reading “Let’s Celebrate”
The smell always hits me first. The stale, piss-flavored beer soaked into the floorboards that mingles with the sweat pouring out of every orifice to create a humid halo above the masses. It’s disgusting. I love it. I came to the bar alone tonight, but that doesn’t mean much when you’re queer and live in…Continue Reading “I Won’t Touch, Promise”
I settled into my armchair as D started cooking dinner. Plush and comfy and situated in the corner of my tiny studio apartment, it put me in the perfect position to admire her prowess in the kitchen—along with her handsome profile, all tousled hair and sweeping jaw. Knife in hand and head bent over the…Continue Reading “Dinner Time”