Hovering between life and death and malnourishment, wondering if physics and chemistry could allow some wiggle room if you decided in the middle that you didn't want to fall anymore.
In honor of Asexuality Awareness Week, here's a Q&A I made up, but to be honest, I've answered these questions (for real, not in my head, to actual humans) way more times than I thought I ever would need to.
By 'normal', they meant, don't you dare talk about it.
He leans back, looking at me while idly stirring his tea, the way men in the American Mafia do when they realize they’re made men. Except made men drink cocktails. Irvine Welsh drinks tea.