Clergyman's

“The easy joy and the joyful ease of sex with men, their easy-access genitalia, their uncomplicated inner lives…”
— Nell Zink

“The lamp hummed:’Regard the moon,La lune ne garde aucune rancune,She winks a feeble eye,She smiles into corners.She smoothes the hair of the grass.The moon has lost her memory.A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,Her hand twists a paper rose,That smells of dust and old Cologne,She is aloneWith all the old nocturnal smellsThat cross and cross across her brain.”The reminiscence comesOf sunless dry geraniumsAnd dust in crevices,Smells of chestnuts in the streets,And female smells in shuttered rooms,And cigarettes in corridorsAnd cocktail smells in bars.”
— T.S. Eliot

“While my body might say, “I’m small and vulnerable,” my hair warns, “DON’T MESS WITH ME.”
— Lindsey Stirling