by M. S. Allen
I’m negative and Lloyd is untested.
This took three dates to establish. I don’t count meeting cute on Second Avenue while I was buying the Sunday Times and he was walking his dog and then going to his place to fuck and exchanging numbers but not names — that I don’t count as [...]

M.S. Allen’s stories and essays have appeared in Canada’s Descant Magazine, the Georgia Review, the James White Review, the Gay & Lesbian Review, New York Stories, and Upstairs at Duroc. “Communion” first appeared in the queer journal, Modern Words. His Pushcart Prize nominated story, “Ivan & Misha” is included in the recently published anthology, “Best [...]

For weeks he’s been saying we’re losing the intimacy thing. What’s it look like I’d say? If it’s a thing, what’s its shape, its color, its size? Where’d we leave it, I’d ask, egging him on, imagining something warm to the touch, soft like velvet, bordello red and sticky with Velcro; too large to misplace in a drawer or closet; too obvious of value to throw out by mistake with the trash.