Bi All Accounts: An Anthology of Bi+ Voices, Volume 1 An Anthology of Bi+ Voices, Volume 1

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'Why don't we go upstairs?' she asked.

I wasn't sure if she was talking to me or Roger so I hung back while he got to his feet.

'Come on.' he whispered in my ear 'I don't get any unless you come along.'

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Were there degrees of bisexuality, he wondered. Was
Tyler a bisexual kind of gay guy. And the way they were turning him on, did that make him a bisexual kind of straight guy?
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He had seen a message on a toilet wall once that gave the impression that this was the place where men like him, married men with the occasional need of cock, could meet.
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The two girls were on their backs and they were getting fucked. The third guy, the redhead, was sitting between the two pairs and stroking the other guys backs and asses.
'Say buddy, wanna come join us?' he asked.
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Frank was so turned on he was almost besides himself. In the back seat of his car his friend Johnny was fucking his girlfriend.
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'If you could have anything in the world,' my wife asked on my fortieth birthday, 'what would you choose?'
'I think I'd like to have sex with a man' I replied.
Carly told me how she often fantasised watching men get off on each other.
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Why, yes, I am sitting on the floor in the waiting area for my son’s therapist because it more comfortable to work this way.

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A dark background image of a smoking cauldron. The overlaid text reads: On the first night of the new moon, Emma carefully poured a thick, sweet-smelling liquid into a large glass vial. She sealed it with cork and held it up to the light. Regan stopped cleaning the work table to gaze at it. “So that’s it?” “That’s it.” “Seems a little…underwhelming.” “I thought that, too.” Emma slipped it into a leather pouch and tied the top closed. “Maybe it’ll spark or smoke when I mix my blood into it. If it doesn’t kill me, I’ll let you know.”

#FridayKiss: Sweet

I love this exchange between Emma and her not-romantic soulmate bestie, Regan. It really captures their millennial personalities. The world is shit and they’re completely unfazed and unimpressed by potentially fatal dark magic.

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