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Part III: Is Queer Fiction about doing something different?
I
Paris, 2013
I’m twenty-one. Alone and cold, I step off the Megabus onto ...
Dying well is a serious business. “There are three occasions in a man’s life where people will gather to celebrate you: the day you are born, the day you marry, ...
So, I just got a box…
I happened to go and grab my new couch with my buddy Bob from the local IKEA (those little room tableaus are so cool I ...
Careful where you tread when stepping out of the time machine; butterflies are too easily crushed.
From the Coleen River, my dog Will and I hike farther into the bowels of the wilderness. Immediately, we enter ten-foot tall riparian brush and spend thirty minutes trying to ...
It was that night, technically the next day but only moments into it when the bluebottle disturbed my sleep, knocking its clumsy wings and sets of eyes against my window.
Due to circumstances well within my control, my misfortune sees my back living with my parents at the ripe old age of 53.
When I was traveling I made no commitments: never booked a hostel until I got there, only paid for one night in case I wanted to leave, and said thanks ...
Last winter I was homeless. Temporarily, still full of uncertainty and ill at ease. It’s not fun, at no age, under no condition. I remember sitting in the cold early ...
“Si, no Ingles,” she says, fragmenting a smile together, “I no speak English.” We sat soundless around the kitchen table like lifeless decoration, we all burst into one communal flare ...
We grew up in a society where we learned that to be openly gay was to most likely get us picked on and beat up, if not killed outright.
They only knew each other for a week then decided to travel together, but this won’t be that, will it?
“For all its many drawbacks, America has been good to me.” A Brit contemplates life abroad.