“Hello? Is this Wendell Dupree?” “Yeah,” I answer a little sleepily. “Who is this?” I don’t recognise the number. Something European is all my brain can make out. “Yeah, this is Sam Barclay, Rashid’s boyfriend. He asked me to call this number in case anything happened to him.” I’m suddenly wide awake. Dearest gentle… Oh, … Continue reading First Times – Sam (1)
There is a place within all of us,It is sacred, so free of judgement.And this is yours to share with who you wish Hushed promisesSighs, breathy, gentle, Mouths touchingLips partingTongues dancingArms anchoring, holding, groundingFingers brushingIgniting sparksShimmering lightning This is your sanctuary… sanctuary Melting in your warmthHeat blooming between usSweat tracing languid paths There is no boundary, … Continue reading Sanctuary
I sit on my old bed. I'm mad at Josie, but I know part of my anger comes from my own insecurities. Some of the things she said really hit close to home. What if I'm too young for him? What does he even see in me? What if he gets bored with me? What … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (11)
It's not even a week later, and I find myself on a bus to Leonidas, my childhood neighbourhood, again. This time I'm not alone. Rashid is with me, and we're headed to spend Thanksgiving with my family. It's going to be the first time that they'll meet him. The first time I'm introducing a boyfriend … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (10)
I'm on the bus to Josie's. It's the day after we found out that our father died several months ago. I'm alone. Not because Rashid left me, no. We're still good. Although I wouldn't have blamed him. I mean, we're basically still in our rainbows and pink glitter phase of our relationship and we already … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (9)
There's a reason why you won't find the name Franklin Dupree on a trophy for Father of the Year. Probably more like a dozen reasons. All of them scars on my body. When I answer the phone down at Moonwalk Riverfront Park and hear the voice of Bastian Mutters, I'm not very surprised. Bas works … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (8)
The next morning I wake up to the enticing aromas of breakfast cooking on my little stove and the delicious sight of my boyfriend wearing my only pair of PJ bottoms (the ones with the chibi superheroes, which are just a little too small for him) standing in front of said stove cooking said breakfast. … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (6)
I can't remember how long I stayed in this position, slumped against the railing, the rough surface of the wooden lattice biting into my back. The tears have long run out. I'm empty. Void. I feel numb, and it's not just from the cold that seeps into my skin and settles in my bones. Everything … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (5)
I must have dozed off because my phone startles me when it goes off. I answer the call, sounding just as shitty as I feel. "Hello?" "Hey... I found your note. Sorry, did I wake you?" It's Rashid. His voice is sending shivers down my spine, evoking echoes of my nightmare. "Hi... no... sorry... I... … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (4)
It’s a golden October in New Orleans. Rashid is coming back today, which makes everything even more golden. He’ll be stateside for almost two months but with a lot of travelling involved. But he’ll be in New Orleans over the weekends, sometimes more. We talked a lot over breakfast that morning after he told me … Continue reading First Times – Quinn (3)
Daughter of Gallifrey 
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