Barium Thick fur coated his back: all black, no curl, a kind of rat poison in follicle form. For some. Dressed up, milder specs unfurled, so geek chic, so clueless adorkable. Yet while I can act the frotteur who gets satisfaction from humpin’ and pumpin’ tortoise shell rims, tight bowties, pen pocket protectors, and body hair cardigans, a fetish is not a connection, more like a potion you ingest through the holes in your eyes. I gulped hard; the magic wore off so I got dressed again then went home, to avoid any chatter that might suck the oxygen out of this House of Fuck. Bromine I’ve been the villain of my own story and not the salty hero I’d like to be. I’ve caused pain, not as in allegory, but real pain to real pals regretfully. One incident still haunts me. Oh, there have been many! Though most of my wrongdoings evaporate over time. My motives in this case were base: Old lust, my undoing; my mark, the soul mate of my closest friend. You can probably see where this is going Betrayal’s the surest path to one end and the saddest part for me is knowing that I broke not one bond but two in one night. I doubt, I’d do that again. But I might.
Drew Pisarra is the author of Infinity Standing Up, a collection of queer love sonnets published by Capturing Fire Press, and Publick Spanking, a book of short stories published by Future Tense Books. He’s also a recent literary grant recipient from Cafe Royal Cultural Foundation.
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