Bookmarker is a personal project by @dellsystem to help with retaining reading material. Source on GitHub.

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1 year, 11 months ago

the girls I meet want an apartment

My goal is to have as little as possible. Things, places, people, lovers, my son, my friends. I thought that was partly what being gay was about. I thought dykes would be as cool as fags, always inventing new things. I was thinking of Edwige Belmore, Kathy Acker, Dorothy Allison, Nathalie Barney, e…

—p.103 Love Me Tender by Constance Debré
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having homosexual relations

“Having homosexual relations cannot be considered a sign of mental instability in this day and age. Neither can writing books.” The expert psychiatrist's report has come through. In April, nine months after the judge gave him six months to deliver it. That sentence was either in the introduction or…

—p.95 by Constance Debré
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you just need to have the guts advice/living project/teacher-story

I don't flirt, I never flirt, I often say no and sometimes say yes. It doesn't really have anything to do with sex, let alone love. I'm starting to realize I can have just about anyone. You just need to have the guts, because everyone's so bored, everyone's waiting so desperately for something to h…

—p.90 by Constance Debré
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a full fridge, the thought makes me want to die advice/living

It wouldn't be the same if I had a safety net, a family to rely on, an inheritance stashed away somewhere, a piece of something or perhaps someone. But I don't have anything. And I don't really have anyone, either. Apart from my dad, who doesn't have a cent to his name, and a few friends, I don't t…

—p.50 by Constance Debré
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I'm training myself to be indestructible advice/living for/pq misc/representation

Not having any money gives a sharp clarity to everything. 100ft2, two pairs of jeans, three T-shirts, an old leather jacket and my old Rolex, just for a laugh, a single espresso to go, a baguette, a packet of cigarettes, my swimming pool pass. The world is turning into a skeleton without any flesh.…

—p.49 by Constance Debré