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352 pages, Hardcover
First published May 6, 2025
a low rumbling voice that literally caused Joe's testicles to vibrate
The psychic cilia inside my intestines are wiggling with joy
If I looked as good as him, I'd be shish-kebabbing so many bottoms I could open a Greek good truck
Vince kissed Ronnie with the right amount of push and pull by the lips and tongue, a good balance of wet and dry, hard and soft, with the perfect number of rest stops and a hungry tension, like a roller coaster climbing to a drop
Vince's lips and tongue, like two small fists, beat Joe's mouth into submission, sucking and biting his lips.
Our orgies, though unphotographed, lasted days. Bliss exploded everywhere, staining everything and everyone with joy.
... Obeying the historical law of sexual hierarchization of value, the gays would get tanned in cotton hammocks or on waterbeds, sipping their mojitos on a blue and white island in the Cyclades. During that time, the lesbians could be found on the island closer tot he Turkish coast, known more for its military base than for its beaches. Mykonos and Lesbos represented two opposite modes of political spatialization of sexuality. Mykonos was homosexual, privatizing, consumerist, a bank of pink dollars. Lesbos was queer, radical, precarious, vegeterian, collectivist.
—Apartment on Uranus, transl. C. Mandel, (Jorney to Lesbos, 27 July 2016)