It's Over When You Decide It's Over,"

We Are The Ones Who Take This Thing Called Music And Line It Up With This Thing Called Time. We Are The Ticking, We Are The Pulsing, We Are Underneath Every Part Of This Moment. And By Making The Moment Our Own, We Are Rendering It Timeless. There Is No Audience. There Are No Instruments. There Are Only Bodies And Thoughts And Murmurs And Looks. It's The Concert Rush To End All Concert Rushes, Because This Is What Matters. When The Heart Races, This Is What It's Racing Towards.

I Thought About The Bigger Picture Of My Life, And About The People—and Particularly The Guys—i Would Encounter During My Lifetime. How Would I Ever Know When That Moment Was Right, When Expectation Met Anticipation And Formed … Connection?

I Wanted To Talk To Someone. But Who? It’s Moments Like This, When You Need Someone The Most, That Your World Seems Smallest.

Males Are The Most Incomprehensible Species.

I Don't See Why Ogling Same-sex Kissing Should Be The Exclusive Domain Of Frat Boys Whacking Off To Lesbian Action, That's So Sexist. Feminism Should Be All Inclusive- It Should Be About Sexual Liberation, Equal Pay For Equal Work, And The Fundamental Girl Right Of Boy2boy Appreciation.