A gay story: Western Tail It had been a hot and dusty ride from Kansas into Colorado en route to my new posting as the postal agent and sutler at Fort Hayden. I’d ridden my mare all day with the Rocky Mountains tantalizingly near without having reached the river they told me was still more … Read more
A gay story: Cock-Sucker: Mars Is a Gay Planet Alien dust. It gets everywhere. It penetrates despite the best insulation science can devise. Cycling into the dome through the airlock from the crawler I feel the intimate rub of its familiar dry grittiness on my skin, that same urgency to cleanse it away. Once inside … Read more