Alexander: I’m increasingly infatuated with a lumbersexual. He’s really into metaphysics and is a licensed massage therapist. Pseudo-profundity and deft hands are the only traits I require in a man at this particular moment.
conversations
Two friends, on vernacular.
Vinnie: You’re gay (that’s the expression Americans use when they cannot comprehend something).
Cecily: You’re straight (that’s the expression we queens use when we know exactly how to describe somebody).
Two friends, on loving once.
Nino: I should not have hesitated with you.
Cecily: We weren’t right to be together forever. You know it. But we will always be something special. You know that too.
Nino: What do you think could have been wrong?
Cecily: We’re maybe both butterflies. And we seek plants to settle with. Not other butterflies.
Cecily, a Christmas story.
Cecily: I wanted a toy unicorn. I had an inside joke about one with my lover Yves, and I wanted to give the unicorn to him for Christmas. I announced my desire to find one rather publicly. Jonathan loved me so much he haunted every shop in Paris on Christmas Eve to find me that unicorn. He didn’t know why I wanted it, just that he could give me something I wanted, and that he could make me smile.
He found that unicorn and bought it for me for Christmas. It showed up under my tree all glittering and shining via beautiful guilt-laced adoration. And now I have it. And it was always intended for Yves.
Two strangers, on life.
Yann: You cannot be real. I bet you’re a spam cyborg.
Cecily: I am certainly a cyborg, but not a spam one. Are you one of “us”?
Yann: I… I’m not sure… I travel around the world, looking for answers. I hope to eventually find out who I am.
Cecily: You’ll probably find you’re human. That would be the best end.
Two friends, on monogamy.
Cecily: I had a massive panic attack the other day because I haven’t dealt with monogamy in such a very long time.
Alexander: Maybe try and brainwash them just enough to start a polyamorous cult of mutually aware men who are in love with you?
Cecily: I did that over summer.
Two friends, on relationships.
Cecily: I just agreed to a one hundred percent monogamous, committed relationship.
Christian: For the weekend?
Delilah, to Cecily.
Delilah: So, brother, I’ve been shook the fuck up. You must be Jesus, the devil, or some kind of prescient energy force that transcends the need for physical form but comes to humans in the form of a slightly manic, dry-witted succubus.
Two friends, on dependence.
Maurice: Apparently Raj is an essential part of your life.
Cecily: I need a lot of people around me for this existence to be viable.
Maurice, on cocktails.
Maurice: Every good alliance starts with a drink. People who start to drink start to get interesting.
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