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Sam HiyateInterviewsChase Compton.
Your thoughts on friends being lovers.
I’ve slept with quite a few of my friends. It’s usually not a big deal at all–gays are so typical about stuff like this. If anything, I think it would be awesome to have a friend turn into a lover who actually loves me. The semantics of it are all sorts of confusing.
Your thoughts on the net amounts of pleasure and pain.
I’ve had enough pain for now. I only care to focus on pleasure these days.
Your story about unrequited love.
I've also had just about enough of this to last a life time. I don't fuck with unrequited love anymore...
It's March and the weather is confusing the spiders who were all over the place until the cold snapped again.
But we have a very good reason to stay inside and keep warm: we have poems to read. Many, many poems. A big thank you to all the poets, the world over, who submitted to our second contest: poetry about LOVE in any of its myriad expressions.
Love is on my mind and I've been pondering its link to diversity, a subject that has consumed me since the recent resurgence of that old sickness xenophobia. A sickness that seems, to me, to be the absence of love.
"Love," according to Toni Morrison (whom I will quote and quote until I'm dead) "is divine only and difficult always."
It is the greatest gift we can give to the world we inhabit.
It is an outward gesture: an embrace of something different, someone else.
So love is really the celebration of diversity. (Something to toast to.)