I imagine Bigfoot coming across us in the middle of the road and wonder what he’d make of it, me getting kissed by my straight best friend who has a freaky girlfriend and who tastes like beer and pot and slips his tongue in my mouth and suddenly I can’t remember my name. All I can think of is this strange feeling that I’m outside of my own body and Kyle’s hands are pulling me a little closer and this is the closest I’ve ever been to another guy.
This is from the middle of my story, “Looking for Bigfoot,” which was published by Little Fiction (they’ve been on hiatus a long time, but their archives are still up—check them out at www.littlefiction.com/beta/Home.html). #1LineWed #QueerWriterSky