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@foolishment
on the set of Doubt
REPORTER Can you tell by looking at a man whether he's homosexual or not?
MAN Not at all.
REPORTER You think that's a complete myth?
MAN An absolute myth, because I've been looking out hard enough. For years and years and years, I've fallen in love with... various men. But they've never reciprocated my feeling. And I used to fall in love and then feel quite happy about it at first, and I thought, "Oh, but it's hopeless, you won't reciprocate my feeling," and I was right, he didn't.
from Queerama
by Carl Vanassche
by Jenny Gutteridge
by Steven Beckly
by pots
by Gianfranco Briceño
by Alexandra Cameron
Most homosexuals dread getting old, dread losing their looks, fear in particular the final loneliness of living without a companion. Like men needing wives, they search for someone with whom they can establish a lasting relationship, which includes warmth and protection, as well as sex.
from Queerama
by Patricia López
by Emmanuel Rosario
by Katia
by Oliver
by Christian Colomer
by Gail Albert Halaban
Oh for the time when I might awaken during the night, hear you breathing beside me, feel the warmth from your body, and snuggle down in sheer happiness and comfort in the knowledge of your presence.
from My Dear Bessie -- A Love Story in Letters by Chris Barker and Bessie Moore