This is a fine story from Anel Viz, with two beautiful illustrations by Eve le Dez. Because it was longer than usual, it was originally published in two parts over issues 10 & 11. This is the first time you can read the story as a unit.
What did Hal look like now? He’d missed him at Christmas. He must have grown up a lot in the past year. College does that. He’d always looked a lot like his sister — same eyes, same hair — and she was a knockout. Same smile, too, except Hal smiled more. Soccer, too. Good sport, that. Made you look muscular, but not muscle-bound. Alfred had always found him attractive. He didn’t fantasize about him or anything, but he knew what kind of attraction it was. He’d known since… how long? Hal couldn’t have been much over twelve. No, then it had registered that the kid was cute and would be a very handsome man someday, that’s all. The attraction had come later, after he’d realized a thing or two about himself.
Read it here.
A marvellous and moving story by Nexis Pas, Fáinne Geal an Lae:
David and I talked for hours that night about ourselves and our lives and our hopes. We were still young enough to think that words alone are enough to give castles in the air a solid footing on the ground. I never opened the book on the Merchant Taylors’ Company. We actually didn’t even drink that much. We sat on the floor with our backs against his bed and our legs extended across the rug. After a few hours he turned out the light. The noise of the traffic in the street outside his back window gradually died. Until midnight or so the sound of a someone’s footsteps on the staircase would occasionally interrupt our murmurings. After that we had the world to ourselves.
And my review of the masterly novel, Map of the Harbor Islands by J G Hayes:
“He knows the secret names. He says this beach right here is the Pepperminty Coast”
[. . . .]
Jesus. It couldn’t be Petey. He’s 5,000 miles and 4 years and too many unsaid words away from me. But it must be – who else?
Mussy hair from the sea wind’s hands, and I’m blue. Home again, sea green Home again and soon to be with Petey. Is it four years? Or five?
I’ve uploaded Quandary by Lichen Craig from our archives.
It is a remarkable and beautifully written story about love and courage and honesty.
Well, there it is. The culmination of hard work by all our editors and readers.
Eight stories, 4 book reviews, one reminiscence, one very moving obituary; from familiar names and new ones.
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[Image painted by Linda Laaksonen, one of our artists, who died a few months ago. Much missed.]
We’re still uploading archived stories to our new website. This week (since we didn’t do one last week or the week before) we have two: He Learned How by Kam Oi Lee, a story which perfectly encapsulates the difficulty of being gay when you are surrounded by hostile or indifferent homophobes; and Edward’s Second Shot, a light-hearted SFnal tale about King Edward II (who was gay), by Marshall Payne.
Wilde Oats isn’t just a home for new gay-shaded fiction, we also feature reviews. We have just uploaded a new review, by Liz Nicholson of Anel Viz’s Les Ardoises. You can read it here.
One of the stories which first appeared here, in Wilde Oats, and was later revised as a novel, is a finalist for a rainbow award in the category ”gay contemporary general fiction”. The story is Alma’s Will, which appeared as a serial in issues 3 and 4 in 2009 and 2010. It was written by Anel Viz, who has been a supporter of this magazine since its very beginning.
We always take great pleasure in the success of those who were first published with us.
You can buy Alma’s Will here.