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Want to know the fastest way to get screwed out of a football career? Get photographed in a compromising position in a gay bar. Yep, welcome to my life. My agent says he can fix my image. He wants me to become the poster boy for gay football players. Me? I just want back on the field. I'll do anything to play for the NFL again, even pretend to have a steady boyfriend. If only my fake boyfriend wasn't Noah Huntington III - the most arrogant, entitled rich guy in the world.

Set in Mexico City during the early 50s, Queer follows William Lee's hopeless pursuit of desire from bar to bar in the American expatriate scene. As Lee breaks down, the trademark Burroughsian voice emerges; a maniacal mix of self-lacerating humor and the Ugly American at his ugliest. Burroughs' only realist love story, Queer is a haunting tale of possession and exorcism.

What happens when I return early from a work trip to find my son throwing yet another party? Annoyance. Exasperation. Temptation . . . I'm tired, yearning for my bed, but I hadn't counted on the games my son and his friends play—or the one person who'd be waiting in my closet after everyone else is gone. The guy who's been haunting my fantasies lately. He's too beautiful. Too young. Too off-limits, being one of my son's best friends. And . . . on his knees for me. Oh god.

Hochzeit. Kinder. Karriere. So unterschiedlich wie sie selbst sind auch die Zukunftspläne von Noah und seinen Freunden. Er überredet die Jungs, noch ein letztes Mal gemeinsam zu verreisen – ein Abschiedsspiel sozusagen, bevor ihre prallvollen Terminkalender und Pläne sie in alle Winde verstreuen und ihnen keine Zeit mehr dazu lassen. Der Urlaub auf der kleinen Privatinsel in Fidschi sollte eigentlich ein letzter unbeschwerter Spaß werden. Doch die beiden Wochen stecken voller Überraschungen – angefangen bei katastrophalen Heiratsanträgen über große romantische Gesten bis hin zu lebensverändernden Beichten.

What happens when drunken idiots, aka your friends, use a silly drinking game to sideswipe you and your BFF with the truth bomb that you're actually in love with each other? Truman: You impulsively kiss the best friend you've been in love with for ages . . . then wake up with a hangover—and regrets. Lyle: You freak out because you're not gay or bi, before realizing the kiss wasn't *actually* bad. Then you begin to wonder . . . should we do it again?