“Conversion therapy didn’t cure me. It confirmed me.”
Source: Small Town Gayby: A Fictional Memoir of Conversion, Cancer, and Coming Out Loud
“I passed as straight until I passed out.”
Source: Small Town Gayby: A Fictional Memoir of Conversion, Cancer, and Coming Out Loud
“In her kitchen, I found my cravings weren’t culinary.”
Source: Flour & Fury: A Sweet Rivalry
“I found more grace in drag queens than deacons.”
Source: A Queer Kind of Hallelujah
“Tears weren’t weakness—they were proof I tried.”
Source: Beneath the Veil of Tears
“Coming out felt like a hostile takeover.”
Source: The Closet Strategist
“God is Schrodinger's cat,
one moment it's there, the next it's not -
all depends on the state of mind -
God is the oldest fear-bending construct.”
Source: The Humanitarian Dictator
“Ferocity gathers in Adria’s voice. “I want to see the sun,” she insists.
Her speech is nearly a roar, her wings and horns a jagged, threatening sprawl, but her eyes are soft. Pleading. A girl born to a sunless world. A girl resigned to dying in it.”
Source: Between Sun and Shadow
“Her skin is moon-luster white, but with undercurrents of blue, like an entire network of split, broken veins. It stretches like old parchment over the amalgam of enlarged muscles that she presumably calls arms or legs; the bulk is such that I can’t tell if she has only arms and no legs, or vice versa. If she wanted to, she could easily pursue an enemy on all fours, or else wield a freezeshot weapon in every one of her clawed hands. Or feet. My brain spins from trying to process. Wings, too, arch powerfully from her shoulder blades, their span broader than my height. They look like aged leather. I have the strangest urge to, if I were closer, run my fingers across the membrane, see if it feels as strong and solid as it looks.
“Better?” the monster says, sardonic.
She draws her arm back, the ball of false flame now illuminating her face. My breath catches in my throat. She looms above me, even as I rise up on my toes, her height terminating at perhaps eight feet. That arch of jawline could’ve been carved from glass, and likewise the curves of her cheeks, the solid line of her brow—her face is more bones than skin, a skeleton animated, a corpse confused at its own continued breath.”
Source: Between Sun and Shadow
“I’ve seen what I am now if I dare to lose control. I have a civil war to quell, a kingdom to uplift, a ransom to earn.
And by the Beyond, damn it all, I want to know what her face looks like under the mask.”
Source: Between Sun and Shadow