Enter stage right, Book. He is my lover...even those written by women I consider to be a male entity, like birthing sons.
I have my Lovers at home and visit some in the best bars/bookstores in town. Meeting them in Borders or Barnes and Noble is like meeting the cheap Bastard. Meeting them in City Lights, Black Oak Books, Green Apple, Stacey's, or stores in the Mission makes me love them deeper, wider, in greater quantity. I can't marry one like I can a man, but I can love them all as a collection of distinctly different lovers.
I spent the weekend sleeping with all of them.
And walk away from the weekend in an afterglow that flushes my mind and swells my soul.
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