“Are there any other questions?" I cleared my throat. "Yeah," I replied, raising my voice. "Can I get paid for being the repeat victim in these practice runs? It's not easy, you know, getting tied up or stuffed inside something,… — Hayden Thorne Copy Share Image
“Calais took all of a fraction of a second—I've yet to learn how to gauge his speed—to appear beside me, taking the alarm clock… — Hayden Thorne Copy Share Image
“I never thought that gay boys would be so dramatic about romance. And sooooo in denial. You wouldn't recognize common sense if it came… — Hayden Thorne Copy Share Image
“While it was well within their powers to toy around with mortals like hapless puppets, deeper human workings remained elusive to them. The heart,… — Hayden Thorne Copy Share Image
“Are there any other questions?" I cleared my throat. "Yeah," I replied, raising my voice. "Can I get paid for being the repeat victim… — Hayden Thorne Copy Share Image
“Look, if I were straight, you'd be grandparents before your time. You should be relieved that I'm gay. Aren't you grateful?” — Hayden Thorne Copy Share Image
“I winced. I just said "creamed." I felt so deprived and miserably virginal.” — Hayden Thorne Copy Share Image
“You don't have to call me back," he said. "I just wanted to let you know that I'm so fucking proud of you. Sweet… — Hayden Thorne Copy Share Image
“I know what you mean. I usually take it out on my older sister. You can lease her for a weekend or something if… — Hayden Thorne Copy Share Image
“Hey, is this what they call the gay agenda?" Spirit Wire called. "Gay boys indoctrinating two innocent, uber straight girls with dirty same-sex kissing?"… — Hayden Thorne Copy Share Image
“Hi Liz! You're home!" I replied, my voice louder than it probably should've been. "Hey, how's it going?" she asked, her eyes narrowing and… — Hayden Thorne Copy Share Image
“And so the Afternoon Weekday Date Scorecard went like this: gay boys, 3. Bedsheets, below zero. Vatican-enforced check on virginity, 10. Sometimes life just… — Hayden Thorne Copy Share Image
“Listen, you," she hissed. "He's gay, he's my son, and I'm premenstrual. So don't—and I mean don't —even think about it." ~ Mom” — Hayden Thorne Copy Share Image
