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“Some may view BL series as just another genre that tells the love story between two people, but there are still those who are not open-minded and don't fully accept the idea of sexual diversity. Honestly, I wish they would give it a chance because it's quite fun! Nowadays, BL series come in a variety of styles. There are grand productions, stories that cross borders and time, period dramas, etc. The genre has expanded significantly and has become one of Thailand's soft powers.”

“She’d told him she was asexual at the end of ninth grade—and when he told her he thought he’d never find a boyfriend, she’d told him she was also aromantic and had no desire to date. Early in their freshman year, she’d gone on dates with Jade Miller and Keenan Price just to be nice, but she told them after one date that she didn’t feel a connection.”

“BL series play an important role in creating a space where people feel they're not alone. Seeing characters on screen who reflect your own identity or feelings is deeply meaningful. It reinforces the idea that all forms of love are beautiful and equally valuable, and helps push society toward greater openness and inclusion.”

“»Du bist Nummer 55«, sagt Marga. Manuela blickt auf zu der Nummer über ihrem Schrank. Eine schwarze 55. »Deine Kleider tragen die Nummer 55. Deine Schuhe gehören in die Stiefelkammer in das Fach 55, dein Mantel und dein Hut kommen unten neben dem Hauseingang in die Garderobe, Abteilung 55. Deine Waschkabine ist Nummer 55, ebenso dein Bett.« Manuela fühlte, wie sie langsam zu Nummer Fünfundfünfzig wurde.”

“The sound of the trumpets died away and Orlando stood stark naked. No human being since the world began, has ever looked more ravishing. His form combined in one the strength of a man and a woman’s grace. As he stood there, silver trumpets prolonged their note, as if reluctant to leave the lovely sight which their blast had called forth; and Chastity, Purity, and Modesty, inspired, no doubt, by Curiosity, peeped in at the door and threw a garment like a towel at the naked form which, unfortunately, fell short by several inches. Orlando looked at himself up and down in a long looking-glass, without showing any signs of discompose, and went presumably, to his bath. We many take advantage of this pause in the narrative to make certain statements. Orlando had become a woman - there is no denying it. But in every other respect, Orlando remained precisely as he had been. The change in sex, though it altered their future, did nothing whatever to alter their identity. Their faces remained, as their portraits prove, practically the same. His memory - but in the future we must, for convention’s sake, say ‘her’ for ‘his’, and ‘she’ for ‘he’ - her memory then, went back through all the events of her past life without encountering any obstacle. Some slight haziness there may have been, as if a few dark spots had fallen into the clear pool of memory; certain things had become a little dimmed; but that was all. The change seemed to have been accomplished painlessly and completely and in such a way that Orlando herself showed no surprise at it. Many people, taking this into account, and holding that such a change in sex is against nature, have been at great pains to prove (1) that Orlando has always been a woman, (2) that Orlando is at this moment a man. Let biologists and psychologists determine. It is enough for us to state the simple fact; Orlando was a man till the age of thirty; when he became a woman and has remained so ever since.”

“Johnny once told me that the sunset was nothing but proof that the end of something can always be beautiful too, “So when we part ways one day in death, or someone takes a last breath, if you loved them deep enough, a love so beautiful could never end with something as simple as death.” He said to me, I hope that one day, when Johnny and I pass together in our sleep, that we turn into sunsets. So the whole world can look at our lives together and see how much I loved him.”

“I don't know what I was looking for . . . I felt empty. I guess. Not hearing from you made it all seem surreal, like you were never there, a dream, a figment of my imagination. I went to your site that day to . . . I guess, double-check. I thought. . . maybe you wrote something, a new story . . . a message . . . anything. I did find a new story . . . It wasn't about us . . . And I ended up feeling even emptier.”

“The photo I had engraved on Mike’s stone makes me smile. I can only imagine what he’d say about the likes of me today: private investigator. He’d never believe it. Huge difference from when we worked the streets together.I can still hear his voice. “Here, Paul. Taste this.” When I concentrate hard enough, I can still taste that awful cooking of his. If there truly is life after death, I sure hope he’s a better cook now than he was back then. Funny the things you miss after someone you love is gone.”