Behind the Tunnel
The brasserie on Rue des Trois Rois had maybe nine tables and a ceiling fan that spun like it resented its job.
Stories in Gay Male tagged dry and wry, ranked by how many readers finish them. Reads run 15 to 21 minutes. Writers to know: Scarlet Tempo, Odyssey of Pine and Current of North. Readers usually start with “Behind the Tunnel” and “Residual Heat”. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
The brasserie on Rue des Trois Rois had maybe nine tables and a ceiling fan that spun like it resented its job.
The fake wedding cake had gotten everywhere.
Callum Buckley was twenty-nine years old, and he was wet.
My birthday is in three days, which is a thing I keep forgetting to mention to people, because nobody asks anymore.
I've managed the Grand Meridian hotel for six years now.
The gallery at night is the quietest place I have ever worked, and I used to work in a library, so that is saying something.
I'd known Elliot for about four months, and only in the way you know somebody through friends of friends, meaning we'd nodded at each…
The motel room smelled like cheap air freshener and somebody's cigarettes, and I stood in the doorway of the bathroom for a full minute…
The whole thing was ridiculous and I knew it before we crossed the Manitoba line.
Gabe here, twenty-eight, landscaper, married two years to a customs officer who lives three hundred miles away from me.
I woke up at six thirty the way I always do, before the alarm, and lay there for a minute staring at the ceiling before it hit me that it…
My name's James.
*This one's a little meaner than my usual fare, but sometimes you need a story where the revenge is petty and the romance is sweaty.
*This one came from wanting to write a middle-aged couple who still have it, they just forgot the key in the ignition.