"What a fuckin' mess. A goddamn clusterfuck". "Chief, is clusterfuck one word or two?" Jethro asked. "What?" "Never mind". "Get back to the goddamn s… - Percival Everett

Now here he was, tailored iron-gray suit, thin maroon tie, a maroon handkerchief peeking out from his breast pocket. His oxblood wing tips gleamed. He looked like a supervillain or, worse, an upper-crust English spy, an openly promiscuous and functionally alcoholic heterosexual with an on-and-off-again messiah complex. It was the shoes, the way they were tied.

And though I missed my lover, I was not sad. I was satisfied. I was different.

Just keep living,” I said. “Just remember, once they see you, or see me in you, you’ve been seen. I know you don’t understand. But you will one day.