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139 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 3, 2022
“And I feel so…trapped by that definition sometimes. Like someone is trying to fit me in a small space and it hurts to stay there for so long when I just want to be…me?”
Mike had learnt a long time ago about fitting in, but his body didn’t give a shit about that. It wanted things without caring about the consequences, and Mike, the person, was in charge of denying it.
“I just—I don’t feel right sometimes. Like my body is the wrong shape. Or, no—like people look at me in the wrong way. Or see the wrong thing. Like I’m putting this performance on about what a man is and it has all these rules and it doesn’t feel natural, you know? It’s exhausting to keep up.”
Every time he’d had sex, he’d been in perfect control, aware of how much he was giving, making sure it was never too much. But this, this was what he wanted. To be taken care of like this, like he was something precious that belonged to Jason and deserved whatever Jason decided to give him.
“This is what we are, Mike, okay? This. Mud, water, grass. That’s it. Bone, and muscle, and fucking…teeth. There’s nothing to hate. We just are. Your body just is, yeah? You’re the one putting all those eyes on you. Giving all those eyes power.”
”It was such a sweet pleasure not having to act or force himself into something. To just be, like the lake was, or the trees, or the sky.”
”Mike started crying, then. Because he was tired of walking and walking and doing it all alone, and it felt, finally, as if he were home.”