Through Pink Streets

On the cab ride home I felt good. In my book this wasn't an official date, a fact I had made rather obvious, but if it had been, it would have been a good one. I always hated the pretense of first dates and tonight, together, we had avoided it completely.

I actually anticipated seeing him again. For now, I was happy.

This collection of short stories features queer love and bonding in many of its forms, though the stories vary widely. Like all of us, the characters in this book struggle with c...