By Joseph Markell Jadonna Wanna scanned the space station’s banners during her early morning walk from the Event Horizon bar back to her apartment. It used to be an invigorating walk, admiring the flashing advertisements and classifieds that span the interior wall of the corridor between the promenade to the Eastern wing. But after workingContinue reading “Make Me Laugh – 100,000 Credits”
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Personal ad
By Angela van Son Pair of healthy lungsseeks talllong leggedbrown eyedbig nosedcurly hairedaverage boobedbig heartedhumorouswisewoman about 38 years of age to make her happy
The Funnies
By Shieva Salehnia Instead of being a dentist, I should be writing the funnies. Sitting next to the guys who cut up the classifieds. I would try out my lines on them, and we would play pun gamesWe’d lend each other cigarettes Get burgers together at lunch Beers after hours sometimes I could draw little figuresContinue reading “The Funnies”
False Advertising
by Debbie Peters Five years ago I answered this personal ad:Mint ConditionMale, 1932 model, high mileage but low maintenance.Repaired parts, but new valves and fine exterior.Not in running condition but idles well. My reply:Fixer-UpperFemale, built circa WWII, excellent value.Strong foundation, normal wear and tear excepted.Minor cosmetic defects. Needs TLC Last week the Court decreed:Divorce granted—false advertising.
Bucolic Plague
by Dana May I came across the ad while cruising the W4W Craigslist page in the basement of my law school library. I clicked on “Looking to Start a Lesbian Escort Service,” not bothering to check over my shoulder for any potential witnesses. My queerness, at that point in my life, seeped out of meContinue reading “Bucolic Plague”
The Scooter
By A.S. Callaghan When my father died, my mother was left with the task of selling his Vespa-style scooter. She had wanted to get rid of it for years, out of fear my ailing father was going to hurt himself or, worse yet, someone else while riding it. But my dad clung to the scooterContinue reading “The Scooter”
Years
*after Dick Laurie By Janice S. Fuller How do I forgive the passage of years,the melancholy of remindersas I sit in Starbucks writing. Businessmen do deals,tutors teach their students,nurses study for exams,loners treasure time alone.Espresso squirts a whssssh!Adele serenades us. Laughter, squealsof babies rocked in car seats by their mothers.Doors slam. Suddenly I’m disoriented atContinue reading “Years”
Window with a View
By Joseph Markell It’s dark outside. The metal window frame is cold, and I have to be careful not to breathe too heavily or too close to the glass. I don’t want to fog the window and block my view. I observe the hundreds of buildings in my view, lain out before me like dimlyContinue reading “Window with a View”
Temptation
By Dana May I am a squeamish person. My body overreacts to certain triggers, causing my heart rate and blood pressure to drop suddenly. I learned the technical name for this—vasovagal syncope—following an ER visit after fainting while driving. Thinking too much about something stuck in my eye sparked that particular episode. After CAT scans,Continue reading “Temptation”
My Quarantine Birthday
By Kate Pashby we entered the virtual strip clubor rather, we all played the prerecordedstrip show at the same timehalf a dozen queers in thesolitude of our own homes I Venmoed the hottest strippera redhead with thigh-highblack boots and nipple ringsand she messaged me soon after“Was this a mistake?I don’t think we know each other”beforeContinue reading “My Quarantine Birthday”
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