I’m tired of seeing blue space babes and ridiculous, spiky armor in highly rendered but stylistically uninteresting illustrations.
I lived in Seattle for about five years, but only went up to Vancouver two or three times, and that was a crime on my part because it’s a beautiful city: great landscape, good eating, packed with Canadians.
There are greater opportunities for writers of gay fiction now than ever before.
Her mouth is caramelised fig and salt tang / and she wears seaweed in her hair.
You bear our weight on your leg; when you tire, I bear our weight on mine. We work our two eyes together.
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Riverbed is home. / Tides fold over me, smooth and sweet, asking: / what could be worth burning your voice out, up there?