Life's A Drag...a true soulmate connection isn’t about you – it’s about us.
It’s about saying, you deal with me? You deal with both of us.
If you manage to make it work, it’s an act of submission of self on both sides for a greater unity and good. And it comes from the heart.
That’s why it’s sacred. More sacred than any marriage certificate or church service or promise or vow. It’s sacred simply because it’s freely given, day in and day out. Renewed every sunrise and reflected on every sunset. A daily battle fought and won.
If you’re lucky and your nerve holds...
If you’re able to cast jealousy and insecurity aside...
If you’re able to reinvent yourself as your partner naturally evolves and changes...
If your partner can reinvent themselves and cast demons aside like you...
Then, and only then, will you endure.
moreIt’s all stupid bloody labels, anyway. People fall in love with people, not sodding gender definitions or sexuality categories."
"Well, I know what you mean about first and only times. Really I do. But y’know what? I can promise you one hundred and fifty per cent, even though you may be pretty much totally heterosexual, you are gay for Carl, mate. Or anyone who even remotely reminds you of Carl. It could be anyone with dark hair and blue eyes. It could be anyone with a French sounding name. It could be anyone who knows how to whisper just the right thing in yer ear at just the right sodding point before he slams you into that tabletop. So, forgive my frankness but that makes you bisexual on the great sliding scale of sexuality, doesn’t it? Like I said, the best thing you can do for yourself is get the fuck over it."
...knowing something objectively and feeling something subjectively are two very different things, aren’t they?
“Everyone assumes, darling. And at some point, everyone’s wrong.
When you’re off down a self-torturing loop, lost in the mental K-hole, nothing and no one else exists.
Touching From A Distance
They say opposites attract, but that’s bullshit. Doesn’t take into account the fact that we’re all just clashes of opposites inside ourselves to begin with. No, it’s recognition that attracts. And we recognised each other.
Made me feel like I was constantly being captured by the spotlights of his eyes, caught in a silent clash of wills, both of us desperate for the role of predator, both of us begging for the role of prey.
Some days I wanted the world. Some days I just wanted the world to leave me the fuck alone. But the world’s idea of normal turned my heart tombstone cold.
Wondered if he really wanted to make my back arch and claim my mouth with his conquering kiss, or if he’d just like to have me submit to him so he could take me apart, piece by piece and figure out what made me tick. Put me back together again so I was more of what he wanted me to be and less of what he didn’t understand. A better heart to scratch and scathe away at in the aesthetically pleasing cage he seemed to be so infatuated with.
This was our ‘normal’ – and sometimes our ‘normal’ was bad, as well as good.
Alpha Omega
...and tenderness is the completion of brutality. Vice versa. Society’s mistake is to think in terms of opposites as points of termination on a straight line. That’s quite wrong. Everything’s a circle. One opposite completes another. One measures a circle beginning anywhere.
I’ve made my choice. I’ll take the consequences
The Zebra-Striped Shirt
Sometimes, what doesn’t kill you just makes you so fucking miserable, you wish it had killed you.
Like I’ve always said, every Master has to be a slave first but having been a good slave doesn’t automatically make you a good Master.
…trust is such a fragile thing to rebuild.
Don’t be confusing Hollywood with reality, Pete.
The Albion Trilogy
Sometimes, the only way to stop the pain is more pain.
Well, power is intoxicating, as is powerlessness…