I was asked a series of ques

— Julio Alexi Genao

I watched you roll off me and step away from the bed in silence, but when the heat of your body was gone, I wanted it back.

— Julio Alexi Genao

My skin hungered for you. You were warm, and alive, and in my bed, and I wanted you so bad I could feel the ripple of need on the pads of my fingertips, on the palms of my hands, on the skin of my back, at the base of my cock, inside my ass—I wanted the taste of you in my mouth.

— Julio Alexi Genao

Not your distress. Never that. I loved— I loved being there. Next to you. The pile of limbs that was Us. Together in the same bed. Even if it meant waking up with a few new bruises.

— Julio Alexi Genao

People say life is

— Julio Alexi Genao

So. Monday. We meet again. We will never be friends—but maybe we can move past our mutual enmity toward a more-positive partnership.

— Julio Alexi Genao

That’s why I was calm. When you woke me in the middle of the night with your hand around my throat, and I thought I was going to die for bringing you home—that I had given my life to lie down next to a murderer—that’s why I was calm. Because all I was thinking at that moment was that it was worth it.

— Julio Alexi Genao

The best sci-fi stories use the fantastical to remind us of the reality of who we are today, the hope of who we may become tomorrow, and the shame of who we were yesterday.

— Julio Alexi Genao

The only thing worse than a bigot is an “ally” who can’t stop congratulating themselves on their enlightenment.

— Julio Alexi Genao

The second day, I watched you suffer through one of your nightmares, but this one was worse than I’d seen before. You called out another man’s name.

— Julio Alexi Genao