queer fiction
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June was full of beautiful weather – bountiful rain, the smell of wet grass, and the aroma of flowers. It has also been, on the odd occasion, hot and sticky. I’ve found it rejuvenating. I’ve had some wonderful times this month, as well as good news, and I’ve felt myself again. My energy has returned
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And yet, among this infinity of time and space, my path crossed with Bonnie’s and she was right there beside me. And dear Lord, in that very moment, I loved her.
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Hello, my loves! I haven’t been very active recently, due to my health, but I had an idea to send out updates on all that I’m doing.
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She asked did I not want to be kissed whole-heartedly and improperly by someone, not even once? I said I could not imagine it, though I could not prevent myself from ignoring my own advice and conjured many images to my mind of this very thing.
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Seven women stand in shock in a seedy hotel room; a man’s severed head sits in the centre of the floor. Each of the women – the wife, the teenager, the ex, the journalist, the colleague, the friend, and the woman who raised him – has a very good reason to have done it, yet…
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“Tell me, Miss Donoghue, what do you feel right now?” “Happy,” she stated. “To be here with you.”
T.M. Hanson 