I wish to be a tree
None bigger may there be
With blackness sprawling underneath
As Diano continued admiring the decor, Andy called his friends one by one to see if anybody was out that evening.
It was Van Gogh's Starry Night. One of his friends, Andy, used it as his display picture on MSN.
I was sexually abused and thrashed. I was called hijra, chhakka (a derogatory term for hijras) and various other invectives.
Though my father and I are extremely close and I knew my parents would accept me eventually, I didn’t want to hurt them.
Her cell phone buzzed just as she was about to check her watch for the umpteenth time. It was Agnes.
Work that occupied most of his daytime and sometimes crept late into the evening hours.
"Never thought I'd bump into you here. But you live across the street anyway." He looked up at their flat, which was in the building across the street, diagonally opposite to where they stood.
I looked everywhere for you,
Went wherever I could dredge you up
I asked people about your whereabouts
But none seemed to know.
Oliver laughed. "Yes, they do. I know you love Thai food." He hoped Energy would remember that fact.
They are a Gajon company, I was told with an air of dismissal. They do six or seven skits each night, not one long play like us. Men do their female roles.
"Do you want a drink?" It was the same waitress. When she realized it was him, she moved away.
“Bottoming is hard”, I thought to myself. I was in the bathroom getting ‘prepped’ for our date.
I do not have the right to marry my lover
I'll always marry a man for love.
"You do realize your requirements are a bit high? No girl can meet them all on her own. Have pity on them."
Diano stood outside one of the pet shops near the SOGO Shopping Mall, in Causeway Bay, and watched the cute kittens in the display window.
“It’s a sin. It’s an abomination. If you’re homosexual, God hates you.”
"I know you don't like him because I spend more time with him than I do with you. We work together and we gym together. Some things in life are not by choice."
I'm sick and tired
Of logging into Grindr, Scruff, Hornet or Growlr
May be I'm addicted? May be I still hope?
But, what am I hoping for?
"It was drizzling outside. I saw the silhouette of a guy walking towards me. He was carrying somebody in his arms just like a lover would. For a second, I froze."