Sticks & Stones, Baby.

Prologue

"Our Sick Little Reality"

We are blamed, we are hated.

Stereotypes forced upon us, labels burned into our skin.

Do they not see us as humans anymore?

Or did they ever.

I love men. I love the rough feel of his hands, grazing upon my skin. Strong arms wrapped around me, his warmth engulfing me. I love his husky voice in the morning, and his five o'clock shadow tickling my chin.

If a female can indulge in his perfection, why can't I?

I've never loved a girl, well, never as more than family; there's nothing wrong with that.

You don't want me to push my lifestyle on you?

Then don't push your's on me.

I'll scream it to the rooftops,

I am in love with Reece Carter!

Don't like it?

Well, my dear, I don't give a damn.