2 Quotes by Fen Wilde

I have a plethora of adjectives like “luminous” and “extraordinary” tucked away for my consideration. Phrases like “you don’t belong here” to comfort and enrage me, to take home at 5 a.m. Like a man in a strip club might know where I belong.

I’m also suddenly all over the idea of lust. Previously, I had scoffed at it. Sure, I looked at people and could see they were hot, or sexy, or desirable. But it had all been in my head—it wasn’t a feeling in my body. It wasn’t a force of nature, taking my breath away. It wasn’t something that made me wonder if I could actually keep my body in check, keep it from hurling itself against someone, primal and hungry and out of control.