Matt Broomfield Q: have you had unprotected anal sex with a man in the last 72 hours? A: i have fed a dying gorilla peanut butter in a strip-lit hallway. Q: were you the receptive partner? now he is suspended between us. technicians dress and jug him, though he is still living...
Rachel Lallouz Falling in love with women taught me how to read poetry [properly]. I was trying to explain to a questioning friend what making love with a woman was like. She had inquired. I was also trying to convince her to sleep with me. “I could show you beautiful things,” I said. I...
Hong Nguyen-Sears Under the man’s face is a second face, but he will never let you see it. While he’s asleep you could find the flap on the side of his jaw with your fingernails. You could peel it back, this other face, this outside face—if you were brave and quick. He wouldn’t stay asleep...
Ryan Dzelzkalns We prefer the throbbing rib—your desire where your sense used to be. It’s easy to see us and forget all decency...
Evelyn Deshane 1. The first time it happened, my best friend was there. I was first under the needle since my design would need more time. I asked for a custom job; she went for flash. The buzz of the machine thrilled me, and though I made a face as the needle pricked my skin, the pain of the...
Reviewed by Evelyn Deshane Meanwhile, Elsewhere, a sci-fi and fantasy collection edited by Cat Fitzpatrick and Casey Plett, begins with a story about a trans woman who miraculously becomes pregnant after a womb transplant without having intercourse, thereby making her the new Virgin Mary in a...
Yes. That is really what it’s called. Guidelines: Send us your best fiction, non-fiction or prose poetry between 250 and 500 words. A moment, a deft scene, a life story—what can you do with this tight form? Open to all LGBTQ2+ identified writers. Maximum TWO submissions per writer. Submit as a word...
Reviewed by Rachna Contractor Novels by and about queer South Asians in North America will never be what I want them to be; SJ Sindu’s debut novel, Marriage of a Thousand Lies, helped me let go of all expectation. Set within a comfortably middle-class community outside Boston and filled with...
Savannah Oliker I am five rows behind a pair of lovers, their heads bowed toward one another like white doves. Someone enters from the street— in a cobalt poncho and a big red hat. I cannot see her face— but I know she is a woman by the smallness of her and the shifty movement of her feet...
