“there are always men on that street who will consider you theirs in one way or another”

“…when it comes to the sex, the main key is that I don’t direct it.”

“This space–one not for me, but you, dear black reader”

“either give the house back to the bank, or wait for them to foreclose”

“I’m not afraid of dying. I’m afraid of not living.”

“thousands of miles to go to reach that elusive place called True Equality”

“She was up there on stage showing us what societies standards really meant: jack fucking shit.”

“I’d reveal that they’d have a tough choice to make”

“Vertigo. It runs in my veins.”

"I love oysters, and food and sex go so well together."

“The nurses wheel his spectral body on a sweeping ghost gurney”

“Our villains don’t get funerals. We have unmarked their tombstones.”

“Hashtag: cancerfriend. Hashtag: pre-cancerfriend.”

“My brother requested postcards. Cheery pictures of faraway places to take his mind off of his pepto-pink cell walls”

“I looked down and saw it: my first prosthetic arm”

“blue acid wash Guess jeans in size zero. My thighs still touch…”

“What were these women saying outside of affirmations and dicks?”

“My therapist says medicine is making great strides”

“My ex noticed when I started to change my feet for another dude”