But maybe I shouldn’t think of it as “being gay,” maybe I should think of it just as doing something.

it’s just attachment to an idea of equality of effort, or equality of focus. I hate that. Just fuck me hard and get your rocks off. If I’m on my knees, I’m serving you. It’s about you. You can do something for me later, but even then it shouldn’t be in a spirit of exchange, never because you feel like you should.

There’s no possible limit to humiliation.

I’d never write that. I’d write, “Sincerely,”

He’s above the law the way I’m above the economy.

Somehow Oothoon is a lot more annoying on the internet than she was in person but I think that’s true of most people.

Heterosexuality makes me sick sometimes. Are these really the options?

Sometimes I feel like my heart is a long hallway with every door locked. Locked by “gross,” “humiliating,” “unsafe,” “bitter,” or just in chastity. Exploring this lifestyle feels like unlocking those doors one at a time, except I guess for the last one.

He seemed to be courting the most dangerous aspects of any place he passed through,