All cynics are disappointed idealists. The more stars in the eyes... by Josh Lanyon

All cynics are disappointed idealists. The more stars in the eyes, the harder the fall.

Josh Lanyon

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Like true philosophers I've come to believe that religion is an illusion of childhood, outgrown after proper education.

philosopher childhood believe

I liked you the first time I saw you. You were sitting on the floor surrounded by books, and you looked up when I opened the door and smiled right at me. It felt like you had been waiting for me, like you were welcoming me home.

home doors book

People loved you in the way they knew how - and often it was not... by Josh Lanyon

People loved you in the way they knew how - and often it was not the way you knew. Or needed.

needed people way

Rachel delivered it like an official pronouncement. Like she was one of the fairies gifting Sleeping Beauty's christening: Beauty. Intelligence. Heterosexual.

gifting fairy sleep

To find them all in one package...well, perhaps better not to dwell on his package in my fragile state.

packages wells states

This is how God made me. You are how God made you. All God's chillun are made how God made 'em. You think God made a mistake, take it up with Him.

ems mistake thinking

I never meant to get involved with you, Adrien. Rest easy; you're... by Josh Lanyon

I never meant to get involved with you, Adrien. Rest easy; you're not.

rest-easy get-involved easy

Then, like a born and bred asshole, he added to the sheriff, "He... by Josh Lanyon

Then, like a born and bred asshole, he added to the sheriff, "He writes murder mysteries.

murder-mysteries mystery writing

Adrien, people get killed all the time. Since when is it your job to find out what happened to them?" "I'm not usually suspected of murdering them." "You have been as long as I've known you.

jobs long people

I'm a thirty-something gay man with a dodgy heart. I sell books for a living. Who wants to read about that?

gay heart book

He was probably selfish in the sack. Probably selfish and greedy and...unsophisticated. And hung like a horse.

greedy horse selfish

And I thought maybe I didn't need to worry about my heart anymore because it had stopped beating a couple of seconds earlier, and I was still sitting there living and breathing-though admittedly I wasn't feeling much of anything.

breathing couple heart

I thought again how odd it was to be on formal terms with someone you had once permitted to lick your ears.

formal odd ears

Rick said, "Is there some place we can go and talk?" "You want to talk?," Keir raised an eyebrow. "I never thought I'd see the day." "Nah, I want to tell you this joke I heard." Keir nodded, patient. "Shoot." "Two Irish cops walk into a bar. The first cop says..." Rick's voice dropped. He said gruffly, "I love you. Come home." Keir managed to keep his voice steady. "What's the other cop say?" The sweetness of Rick's smile was like a kick in his chest. "That's what I'm here to find out, boyo.

eyebrows love-you home

I’m not going to let go of you. I’m going to hold you all night. So go ahead and feel whatever you feel. If you’re still craving cocaine, go ahead. You’re safe. You can crave it all you want, but I won’t let go, and if you still feel like you can’t trust yourself in the morning, and it’s what you want, I’ll drive you to rehab myself. Okay?" ~ Max

letting-go morning night

Kevin refilled my plastic cup with more box wine. I smiled thanks. Kevin smiled welcome. Jake kicked my ankle.

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Knowing and believing are two different things. by Josh Lanyon

Knowing and believing are two different things.

knowing two believe

You were the first in every way that counted. by Josh Lanyon

You were the first in every way that counted.

way firsts

...Jake, a homosexual cop buried so deep in the closet he didn't... by Josh Lanyon

...Jake, a homosexual cop buried so deep in the closet he didn't know where to look for himself.

jake cop looks

Tiffs among the faggots were apparently the stuff of quiet merrim... by Josh Lanyon

Tiffs among the faggots were apparently the stuff of quiet merriment.

merriment stuff quiet