11 Quotes by C.S.R. Calloway

I’m surrounded by an incalculable amount of love in this place and I am forced to confront the paradox that is platonic intimacy.All that they give me is still not enough.

He had me gripped tight and I wriggled to get loose. He pulled me closer and then we were dancing. Reckless movement, liquored laughter, sequined disco. One of those inscrutable moments where a relationship became certifiable. Acquaintances became friends, friends became besties. Here was where Jay and Zario became Jay and Zario, his fingers into me, my steps moving his.

Adults have their swords and make their wars. Kids are supposed to...play. We’re not supposed to have cares.” She looked at him, though her eyes were still looking into some distance. “I’m afraid I might be growing up. Why else do I feel like I don’t want to be an adult, but I’m no longer a child?

Boys, as nature’s greatest prank, never run out of ideas, they just run out of smart ideas.

They’re beautiful because of their broken parts.

And again his face did something. It didn’t change as much as it reacted, beneath the levels of skin and muscle and bone, some level where emotions wrestle with logic, there was a shift. Something taking a brief upper hand over the other, and he squeezed my hand, locked the door to his room, and led me down the hallway. We walked to the elevator, not yet falling, but going in that direction anyway.

You know what happens when you let go, don’t you?”“Yeah, you fall your ass down,” I laugh.He begins trekking across the grass, walking backwards for a few steps to hold my gaze.“Do you?

His eyes shown as brightly as if they were fairies themselves, and his face held a delicate balance of youth and knowledge for he had an abundance of both. His tongue sat in the corner of his mouth, gripped between his teeth as he focused on a fairy that was sprinting and tumbling across his fingertips.

It’s possible to be a part of and apart from communities. It’s easiest to understand this in relation to white gay men. They have an unattainable—and unwanted—perception of the world around them due to their particularly calibrated combination of oppression and privilege that makes empathizing with the things they claim as “culture”—Lana Del Rey, Ryan Murphy shows, swearing they have an “inner Black woman”—nearly impossible.