Growing up genderfluid and intersex, I was often at odds with myself. There were days when I was strongly male, and days when I was strongly female. There were even days when the whole concept of gender felt like a joke that no one could explain to me. But any day that I went to bed in the evening the same gender - male, female, agender, whatever - as when I...
Iris loved everything about fall, the cooler temperatures, returning to the neglected parts of her closet, and all pumpkin spice lattes. Everyone knew, so she'd been put in charge of her office's annual Halloween party. She really wanted to make it special this year. The office didn't need another buffet table covered in plastic clamshells of frosted pumpkin...
Elizabeth here: I thought it was about time I went for the age-old vampire tropes and try to make them fun and refreshing. Plus, this one has a good ending, unlike some other stories I've seen which end on a rather depressing note that ruins the story. I hope you enjoy it! ~~~~ ~~~~ Two needles with suction cups, a Y shaped tube, a pump, and a bag: every 5...
As we all aware, the world in the 1880's was a very different place. Though a great era in the advancement of industry and technology for mankind in general; for womankind the world was much as before. It was still considered that females should 'know their place'- somewhere beneath the male. For some women though, this could never be. Percy Blandish-Wright...
“Without any variety of expression...She sat like the Sphinx waiting to be questioned and with always a vague reply in return..." Dante Gabriel Rossetti's studio assistant describing model, Alexa Wilding He was a young man, lean and wiry of frame. A mirror reflected the passionate intensity of his androgynous features, as a neglected strand of thick brown h...
Some close friends had recently stayed in an old 1892 Victorian Bed & Breakfast in San Francisco called Chateau Tivoli. When they returned, they raved about it and encouraged my wife and I to pay it a visit. Since we have not taken a vacation out of our local area for some time and it had been years since we last visited San Francisco, I decided to book us a...
A True Story. I doubt that Oscar Wilde had erotic literature in mind when he penned his famous aphorism. On the other hand, his self-described Socratic sexual identity certainly placed him at the fringe of Victorian morality. It is not so difficult to imagine carnal desires fueling his biting wit. This is not a story about Victorian era sexuality. This is...
Sci-fi... science fiction. The very word conjures to mind spaceships, intergalactic civilization, laserbeams and robots. Or, maybe it just conjues up images of slightly overweight nerds in glasses who are obsessed with TV shows and live in their parents basement. Which is unfortunate, even if there is some grain of truth in it. I'll admit it. I'm a little n...
Antique device brings modern day delights to niece. Browsing through pawnshops and thrift stores is my version of treasure hunting. One day, at a local pawn shop, I found a strange looking wooden box with an assortment of glass tubes, in a compartment, in the lid. A small oval semi corroded brass patent label on the back and an old frayed power cord dated...
"No." Freddy shook his head, backpedaling into the road. Despite the lack of traffic, cars, or people, he found himself looking both ways. "I saw this movie. The guy died." The door stayed open. Clouds gathering into a dense blanket across the sky, thunder rumbled again. Freddy felt the impression as though the sky itself were hungry, and the lack of traffi...