Parallel Hybrid

Kirk is a star student, he’s a popular guy with money and pretty eyelashes and Scout’s honor, he’s a good boy who just so happens to have a drinking problem, which has to be the reason why he of all people is the only one willing to spend any amount of time around someone as disgusting and pitiful and amazingly intolerable as AJ.

Maybe it makes for “worse writing,” maybe it’s just schlock, but I can’t live in a world any more where I continue to be seen as a sex object to be silenced and White-knighted for instead of a whole-ass adult person capable of being someone’s life partner. I need to write the things I needed as a child. I need to write the literary equivalent of pure corn syrup about shitty gay frat boys who suck as people, but they’re so, so in love with each other. They’re hurt people cast aside by the system, only ever having each other but doing their best to cope anyway. Maybe the original foundation for their bond was unhealthy, but they so, so desperately want to make it work and are doing what they can to learn from each other.

Most importantly, one of them agonizes over expectations of his body, doing everything he can to hold on to his guarded relationship with the otherwise. And you know what? His best friend looks him up and down and says “I’ll learn to love whatever’s part of your body because I want to learn to love you.”

M/M, 9034 words. Written for An Intersex Jam. Mature audiences recommended: contains non-explicit discussions of sex and sexuality as well as a character insulting himself with transphobic, ableist, Orientalist, and intersexist slurs. Please note that by “intersex” I mean “congenital adrenal hyperplasia” and not “glamorized bigenital fetish stereotype” — this story does not contain characters with fantasy genital configurations.

Proper ePUB version with a non-placeholder cover image coming in August or so. I’m unfortunately juggling too many things at the moment, and my desktop workspace has been out of service for too long.