Renae Kaye Quotes

Come on, dude. Sit up. I have your breakfast here."
"I'm not hungry."
"What a pity. You'll just have to force it down." I'll let you in on a little secret - I don't do sympathy much. Whatever. Call the Sympathy Police or something.
"I don't want it."
I stared down at him, not that he knew. "You have two choices. Either you can sit up and eat under your own steam, or I'll sit here and shovel it in for you. And believe me, every time you scream it'll give me a great reason to shove a mouthful in.

Everyone had a story, and it was up to them to share it or not.

You'll soon run through the whole of the seven dwarfs. You start dating and it'll be Bashful and Happy you're imitating. Then you start fucking the guy and you'll turn into Sleepy. Then it's just a matter of time before you have a fight and it'll be Grumpy. Then the relationship will be all over and you'll be wiser at the end of it
all, just like Doc."
I shook my head at his convoluted thinking. "What about poor Sneezy?"
Charlie looked at me like I was dumb. "It was an analogy, dude! Work with me here. No analogy is perfect. Just like you're no Snow White and the poor guy you're mooning over is no Prince Charming.

He has a standard pickup line: "Are you a bottom? Yes? Hi, I'm Dave.

Loving someone can suck badly. They can make bad choices that fuck you up badly inside.

Jay just blinked at me. "Let me get this straight. You were talking to a gorgeous blonde woman in a tight red skirt and heels, with a chest that has Playboy ringing her once a month for an interview, who was smiling and flirting with you like crazy and all you noticed was that she looked cold and her lipstick was bright?"
Oh. Whoops. We were talking about breasts. Straight men usually notice breasts, don't they? Shit!

Jay not talking was like snow in Perth during winter. People claimed it happened, but I'd never seen it before.

If you're around I don't even see other guys - and that's not a blind joke.

This had to stop or I was going to have an aneurism. In my dick. I'd be the first person on the planet to die from an aneurism in the penis. I'd be famous, but for all the wrong reasons.

I'd learned through experience that the best form of defense was to attack.

I looked down at the distorted appendage that was attached to my right arm. "Oh. That's my masturbating hand. We need to fix this fast. And I forgot to give you your blow job in the middle of the bush. Remind me when we get home, okay, babe?"
Shawn told me later that several people were walking through the car park and heard my comment, but I was beyond noticing them.

Little blue men with squeaky voices. What's not to love? And of course most of them had to be gay. There was only ever one Smurfette after all."
I ignored him, figuring we could discuss the queerness of Smurfs another day.

Shit! Now I have another bloody erection on the station platform. This was getting to be a habit. Soon someone will just have to say the word "train" and it will be instant wood! "Hey, Liam! I'm going to the gym to train. You wanna come? Hey, is that an erection?

There was no football on TV, which meant that I was reduced to watching cricket, which is about as interesting as watching grass grow. Thankfully they had introduced Twenty20 cricket, which was a lot faster paced and more interesting. It was more like watching grass get watered. I

I'm gonna be the best damn boyfriend you ever had."
"Casey? I think you already are.

People always say that men are bad communicators, so how in the hell was a gay relationship ever to survive?

You Only Live Once. YOLO.

Casey shook his head emphatically, then tried to tell Lon about it without telling him about it.

Jake, I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll never want me to stop. I'm going to ruin you for any other man. You'll never want another cock apart from mine." He didn't know it, but he'd already ruined me.

A heart is an amazing item. My heart's been bruised, battered, smashed, and stabbed. Yet it still beats in my chest. And do you know the most amazing thing? It can still love. It still hopes and dreams. It still beats rapidly when that certain person is in the room. It still dares to put its trust in another. If your heart's broken, Paul, then don't give up. Never give up, because your heart won't.

I am appalled to think that some of the people out there, in our society today, think that being different is an excuse to attack and hurt another.

It was a car accident when I was sixteen. They nearly had to amputate my leg but the doctors managed to save it. It's got more metal in it than most foreign cars these days. Sets the metal detectors off every time.

He was beautiful. A little nutty, but beautiful. Thankfully, I liked nuts.

Asking a person what scares them is not reliving an event, it's giving them control over their own lives.

I love you, James Bell. I love you with all of my heart. You are the missing piece from my life.

That's what dreams and wishes are for, aren't they? To make the impossible, possible?

Casey rested his forehead on his hands and began to recite his list of get-rid-of-my-erection-now things. "Wrinkly old testicles with masses of gray hair. Applying hemorrhoid cream. Rotten eggs broken in the house. Tennis shoes that haven't been washed for years. Moldy cabbage. Three-day-old roadkill. Toilets that don't flush properly. Accidentally using sports rub for lubricant.

I can see I'm going to have to stick around a bit longer and teach you more manners. Now ask me nicely and I might continue. I'll give you a hint. It's either please, thank you, or sorry."
He was gasping for breath. "Jesus! Please don't stop or else you'll be sorry because I won't give you my thank-you tomorrow in the shower."
Close enough.

Now that he was semidressed, I recovered enough to say, "Not really. But I guess if you want me to hold a conversation with you, you should keep your clothes on."
He gestured for me to follow him through the house, and I thought I heard him mutter, "Conversation is so overrated.