"Hey, honey, you wanna watch something? What's on Netlfix?" The plot follows the story of Carla Antonella "Carlita" Rodríguez, a trans woman and the first trans miner in the Patagonia, an occupation vetoed for women. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Queen_of_Coal "Can't...
“Y’all stop teasing them chickens,” Usha hollered to her children, letting the screen door shut behind her. She turned back to the stove, her bare feet slapping on the checkered linoleum. “Usha!” JDcalled, “I’m home.” He set down his knapsack and kissed her on her...
Drunk raccoon found passed out on liquor store floor after breaking in Staff at a Virginia liquor store got a shock on Saturday when they came into work to find the store had been broken into by a very intoxicated raccoon. The "masked bandit" was found passed out in...
“I’m Hope,” she tells you, grabbing your collar and lifting you from your chair. “Are you a virgin?” “I-I-I…” you say. She slaps you. “Don’t answer, don’t speak again, just do what I tell you,” she says, close to your face. Her breath smells like strawberries and...
The smell of rot hits you in a rushing wave before your eyes can even adjust to the darkness. Decay and something else, something just as vile that you cannot identify. You fight back the urge to vomit and turn back to the elevator. There is only featureless stone and...
You keep your cellphone up above your head, trying to both illuminate the tunnel and keep it from blowing out your night vision completely. “Kyle…” the voice says. “This is really stupid,” you mutter to yourself. “You don’t follow the spooky voice. That’s, like, rule...
“Kyle,” President Trump says, laying a heavy hand on your shoulder, “Your country needs your help once more.” “Yes, sir,” you say, feeling a weight settle on you that is soon borne up by welling pride. “I will do anything for America.” “Please have a seat,” he says,...
Hillary staggers to the crying girl, stabs the dagger into her stomach under her sternum, slits her open to the top of her hairless mons. The smell of blood and shit fills the air as the girl gurgles and dies. Hillary casually tosses the knife aside and plunges both...
You walk quickly back down the hallway and slip into the breakroom. To look like you belong there, you open the fridge. There is nothing but plain seltzer water. You can hear someone coming, so you take a can and then check the freezer. Nothing but bottles of vodka....
“You look good. I always did like myself a skinny white boy,” she says walking around you, inspecting you. “Yes, ma’am.” “‘Ma’am?’ Aren’t you adorable,” she says, sucking her teeth. “You know what I like about white boys?” she asks. “Not too macho, not too thug to go...
The tunnels are dank and the smell vacillates between putrid and rank. The floor is so sticky the ripping sounds from your boots when you walk is deafening. Occasionally there is a side tunnel that has been bricked up or collapsed, rubble spilling out that you have to...
The security for the 2nd floor consists of a guard on a stool at the foot of the stairs wearing headphones with his eyes closed, apparently fast asleep. You creep past him and climb the stairs quickly and quietly. The din of chattering interns dies away as you go up,...
A very taciturn Secret Service agent drives you to the abandoned Postal Service sorting facility. He stops the Ford Expedition at the chained up gate, leaving the SUV running, headlights on. He opens the back door for you; there is no handle on the inside. “Please...
“No?” she screams. “You’re turning me down?!?” “I just, the President is just, like, right there,” you stammer, pointing at the bathroom. She moves closer and hisses, “Flyover faggot!” and swipes at your face with vicious salon nails, burning lines across your cheek...
You open the door a crack and peer in. The office is dim, just the mellow light of a lamp off to the side. You open the door wider and step in, quietly closing the door behind you. “OMG. You’re so right!” you hear a woman voice say. You realize her chair is turned...
You skulk around the edges of the intern and press pods swarming around each other like eels mating, looking for a way into the basement. The stairs present a blank concrete slab on the ground floor. The elevators are mobbed with people going to the roof to vape or...
“I knew we could count on you, Kyle.” The President gets up and begins pacing back and forth behind his desk. “Our intelligence resources have narrowed the location of the ballots to three places here in Washington. “Location One is an abandoned Post Office sorting...
A very taciturn Secret Service agent drives you to the Democratic National Convention headquarters and parks a number of blocks away. “C’mon, kid,” he says as he gets out of the car, “I got everything you need in the back.” You follow him around and he begins handing...
“Come back, young man, come back!” Kamala calls after you but you are running, feet slapping on the carpet. “Guards! Seize him!” she yells as you make it to the elevators. You push the down button frantically. “Guards?” she calls. “Where are my goddamn guards?!?” You...
Sick, Sick, Sick
“Twelve more years! Twelve more years!”
You got your big cheese and I got my…
Queer As Hat
The Stigma and The Silence of Afternoon Links
“Don’t cry for me, Argentina…”