Alexander R.

“I say to myself: Basically, what’s new? Don’t we already spend most of our time avoiding each other? Missing each other? I smile at the double meaning—an unsightly, tragic smile, of course.”
― Philippe Besson, Lie With Me

“She drops her pants and steps out of them and toward me in one motion. We kiss and I wrap my arms around her. I am fascinated by her breasts against my chest. I am fascinated by how soft she is all over. I am fascinated by how small she is. But all I am is fascinated.”
― Brian Broome, Punch Me Up To The Gods: A Memoir – A Raw Coming-of-Age Story of Black Boyhood and Queer Identity

“Okay, well, I’m English and German, and Abby’s, you know . . .” Oh God, I don’t know anything about Africa, and I don’t know if that makes me racist. “West African. I think.” “Exactly. I mean, it’s just the randomness of it. How did we all end up here?” “Slavery, in my case,” Abby says. And fucking fuck. I need to shut up. I needed to shut up about five minutes ago.”
― Becky Albertalli, Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda

“Me too! Everyone always thinks I’m white. It sucks,” I say. “It’s pretty annoying always having to make that clear.” Kent bites his lip as he nods. “At least no one follows you around grocery stores like you’re trying to steal something. And I bet no one is asking you if you got into Yale to meet some sort of diversity quota. That actually sucks.”
― Becky Albertalli, What If It's Us