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—CJ Hauser
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The Naomi Letters, Rachel Mennies
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— Jennifer S. Cheng, So We Must Meet Apart
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Lucille Clifton, from The Book of Light; “Climbing”
Grisha wanted so few things then. He did want things—decent coffee, food that went beyond what was free at campus events, drafting pencils, trace paper that didn't tear when he unfurled it, sweaters that didn't have holes in them, cigarettes, an apartment off campus. His life at the time was a series of minor discomforts that accumulated like grit in a socket until rotation was no longer possible. But he had no way of connecting the things he wanted with what Nate wanted, or it hadn't occurred to him to connect the two. He had thought that want was a closed circuit, sealed inside of a person, and what you made of it might become ambition or bitterness, but it was always stuck inside of you.
Brandon Taylor, “Oh, Youth” from Kink: Stories
When I had sex with people I didn't know, I became someone I only met when I had sex with strangers. I found that the people I met like this often loved it but hated me for doing it, for knowing it about them afterward, and it wasn't always true there'd be a next time. Even if it had been amazing, maybe especially so. There was the rich shame and the defiant pleasure, and it wasn't ever clear which would win.
Alexander Chee, “Best Friendster Date Ever” from Kink: Stories
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“There was a great difference, I said, between the things I wanted and the things I could apparently have, and until I had finally and forever made my peace with that fact, I had decided to want nothing at all.”
— Rachel Cusk
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“What if the only face of desire I recognize is loss?”
— Lara Mimosa Montes, from Thresholes