Thomas Kearnes is a 36-year-old author from East Texas, currently living outside of Houston. He has published over 110 short stories, flashes and essays both in print and online. In addition to his work in Wilde Oats, he has also appeared in Educe Journal, Wilde Magazine, Blithe House Quarterly, MLR Press, Pink Narcissus Press, Cleis Press and Gay Flash Fiction. He has two collections of short fiction due out this summer, “Pretend I’m Not Here” from Musa Publishing and “Promiscuous” from JMS Books. He has also enjoyed mainstream success with his queer fiction in publications such as Storyglossia, PANK, Ampersand, A cappella Zoo, Word Riot, JMWW Journal, Eclectica, The Northville Review, Subtle Fiction and elsewhere. He is a two-time Pushcart Prize nominee and Best of the Net nominee. He runs like a girl and has been in therapy since age 16.
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(c) 2017, Livingston Woolf. In my teens, my parents dragged me from specialist to specialist. They were ashamed of my “perversion” as my enlightened father called it. Ultimately, they dragged me to an endocrinologist who put me through a battery of tests. Mom and dad were shocked when they heard the doctor’s report “There’s an […]
(c) 2017, Michael Ampersant This wasn’t my first time, not even in Florence, but it’s my shtick, if you will. I’ve taken up position on the steps of the Loggia della Signoria, squatting between the statues of Cellini’s Perseus and Fedi’s Rape of the Polyxena. I’m not a prostitute, but I’m a slut with […]
(c) 2017, Andre DeCuir When Brendan was 16, his parents got divorced and sent him to therapy. He saw Dr. Bill for about a year and then stopped, maybe because his mother got tired of being the only one to take him there. Brendan’s father moved into a trailer park along the Baton Rouge highway, […]