How Deep House Redefines Queer Love: Inside Jeremy Atherton Lin’s Unforgettable Story
“We had to wonder whether the neighbors who’d “blessed” us, or those politicians who damned our moral turpitude in the halls of Congress, carried with them some image of us fucking: the buttery thickness and sweet musk, initial pain, long strokes, thrusts, anticipation. The ritual tasting of oneself on the other. The sameness and difference, all viscid. Our spooge in ropey strings like bright white Silly Putty.
“Or maybe all this never even crossed their minds at all. I could never know if they were freaked out because of, or ignorant of, our actual bodies, in all their grimy glory. Was fornication, its sounds and tastes, too intense to let in, like a country on the other side of the world some would rather disdain to visit?”
