“ The place that haunts us and fuels us even as we wonder whether it truly exists. ”
Fiction is true. It doesn’t have to factual to be true.
~ Ben Monopoli
Because it’s never really sex until someone squirts.
I was bi and my heart was off-limits to no one, at least not for any reason like what they had between their legs or whether their chests were flat or round. And maybe because of that I never really could believe or understand that Griff, or anyone else, could be deterred from falling in love by such a trivial thing as gender.
Practically every guy is the perfect guy the first night, so why ever bother with a second?
