Laurie Weeks > Quotes

“It bothered me to hear other people call her beautiful, say they loved her body. My heart would race and involuntarily my teeth began their grinding motion behind the smile I’d stretch across my face to hide my jealousy and indignation, imagining her nipple between my lips, a quick lick, the back of her neck in the palm of my hand, my mouth on hers, she kissing me with such nuance I’d never catch my breath. Who did she remind me of? On what molecular level did Jane set off that deep intracellular chime and clanging that kept me in this persistent shivery state, and ongoing electrocution?”
― Laurie Weeks, Zipper Mouth

“Buildings or spinal columns shoot up from the pavement to sway clacking around a girl. Debbie, for this was her name, found herself one day walking like a friendly ghost through this forest of vertebrae. She's a disoriented T-cell obeying commands from a nervous system driven by a mean brain, and all of Debbie's instructions more or less consist of the same signal which is DEBBIE GET A JOB. What is happening to me, a girl thinks, walking to her job. No one touches her flesh so her flesh is made of air.”
― Laurie Weeks, The New Fuck You: Adventures In Lesbian Reading