Sunday, April 19, 2015

Black Iris by Leah Raeder

Black IrisBlack Iris by Leah Raeder

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


Words. So many, many beautiful words...

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'Falling for someone is like pulling a loose thread. It happens stitch by stitch. You feel whole most of the time even while the seams pop, the knots loosen, everything that holds you together coming undone. It feels incredible, this opening of yourself to the world. Not like the unraveling it is. Only afterward do you glance down at the tangle of string around your feet that used to be a persob who was whole and self-contained and realize that love is not a thing that we create. It's an undoing.'

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'If I was gay... I wouldn't need an  asterisk beside my name... I wouldn't have to explain that I fall in love with minds, not genders or body parts. People wouldn't say I'm 'just a slut' or 'faking it' or 'undecided' or 'confused.' I'm not confused. I don't categorize people by who I'm allowed to like and who I'm allowed to love. Love doesn't fit into boxes like that. It's blurry, slippery, quantum. It's only limited by our perceptions and before we slap a label on it and cram it into some category, everything is possible. That's me. I'm not gay, not bi. I'm something quantum. I can't define it.'

'You're just human.'




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