“A cultural exchange from a person with a prostate to those without.”

In the pool hall, my sweetheart and a close friend tease me one night: “unimpressive,” “pure luck,” “you aren’t that good.” They were trying to get my ire up so that an hour later when I told them to stare into each other’s eyes as I fucked my sweetheart’s body, I would mean it with a snarky competitive vengeance, I would mean it with power and control, I would be pushed to take what I want.

“Zoey and I tried to feed our cravings for simple American cuisine, but despite our clever substitutions and meticulous adjustments and innovative ingredients from the bazaar, nothing tasted quite right. Not bad, just not what we’d been looking for.”

“Your truth is always your truth, whether said or silent. It just might not be the idea of your truth that somebody else has in their mind.”

“Loving women and loving the land are the two things I told myself I would never do, and somehow, they got all tangled up in each other.”

“I decided to make lobster bisque for my mom at the same moment I decided to come out to her. Only one of those things went according to plan.”

He shouted “Repent” since the sign was not sufficient, I guess. I found myself going up to him while topless Amazons danced in his face. I found myself going up to him to say this: “I love you. I have nothing but love for you.” I couldn’t help myself.

A road trip which happens to coincide with the occasion of Prince’s death and the release of “Lemonade.”

“Dear Editor: You are cordially invited to have brunch with country music icon Dolly Parton this Sunday, August 7th.”