Looking back, it was amazing. He was his ebullient self. He had been through a hard place, but he was free flowing.

To be in love with somebody and having a fulfilling life you're not missing out on anything not having penetrative sex.

The wonderful thing about living apart is that nights when I don't stay with him I long to be with him. I sense the passion of wanting to be near Brian every day.

Our relationship grew when we stopped hungering to be noticed and we started to meld into each other. We talked about how the weight was lifting and how our world changed overnight.

It took many years of vomiting up all the filth I’d been taught about myself, and half-believed, before I was able to walk on the earth as though I had a right to be here.

Perhaps, as we say in America, I wanted to find myself. This is an interesting phrase, not current as far as I know in the language of any other people, which certainly does not mean what it says but betrays a nagging suspicion that something has been misplaced. I think now that if I had any intimation that the self I was going to find would turn out to be only the same self from which I had spent so much time in flight, I would have stayed at home.