I described my ideal man to my therapist the other day and she said, “It sounds like you want to fall in love with God.”
And that made me laugh and sigh a little because it is probably true no matter where you put the emphasis in that sentence. No matter how you read and understand it.
I want him to be larger than life, in love with this world, to have an insatiable need to find and consume it. I want him to have adventure in his very marrow, to be keen, to still have so much life left in him he can barely sleep.  I want him to be independent yet present. Wise and complicated and strong and kind. Insatiable. Insatiable. Insatiable.

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been thinking…: Sitting in a Mission Bay Cafe (via meaghano)

When you find him, as about a gay brother.