QSFer Jim Marcus has a new queer sci-fi adventure out (Bi, Gay, Gender Fluid, Poly, Trans MTF): Pangelicum.
In the near future, the old God steps down, leaving a new God with a whole new host of inexperienced angels to handle a worldwide crisis.
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Excerpt
Brooklyn had been screaming for a full minute when I got to her room. People are going to judge and ask questions later so I’m going to come clean.
Yes, I peed first. I heard her yelling and dove out of bed, got to the door and it just hit me. I had to pee. And I knew that if I showed up in her room and couldn’t stop what she was yelling about because I was dancing around trying to keep my legs closed it would reflect badly on me so I quickly peed. In my defense, though, I did that thing where you only pee to sort of “top off” your bladder and get back to it, knowing you’ll have the chance later.
So when I showed up in her room, Gia was already there and I wasn’t 100% sure I didn’t still have to pee a little more. If anyone ever makes a movie out of this, can you leave this part out?
Definitely put this part in, though. Brookly was wrapped in a blanket, hovering about three feet off above the bed. She was yelling and complaining. Gia had her head cocked and was staring at her.
“So, that’s a fucking thing, huh?” She said, without looking at me.
“What the fuck, Brooklyn.”
She stopped yelling for a minute. “Can you see under this? I’m not wearing underwear.”
I looked down. I was wearing my Tuesday pajamas. “So, you’re just free-balling in my guest bed.”
Giana turned to me, “I think, when women do it, it’s called free flapping.”
Brooklyn made a face of disgust. “Oh, I don’t like that at all.”
“Tell it to merriam-websters.” Gia’s voice dropped as she asked me, “No biggie, but is this, like, the Penn and Teller room? Is this shit normal?”
“No, this is some Chriss Angel Mindfuck shit.”
Gia looked up. “Hey, babe. Dunno if this is safe.”
I tried something, “You need to come down. Down, now.”
“I’m not a dog, Sunil.”
“That’s fair.”
“Why is this happening?”
“There’s like nothing underneath me at all. I think this is a miracle. I think you should call the church.”
“I’m a muslim, I don’t have the church’s direct line.”
“Do mosques do exorcisms?” Gia really seemed to want to know and I didn’t.
I stepped over to the other side of her and it was true. She WASN’t wearing panties. And she was just floating there. It was wild. “Can you control this? Could you float up if you wanted?”
“I’m not sure. I haven’t really been trying, I was just freaking out.” She arranged the covers around her and slid silently another foot or so upward.
Gia and I were entranced, “Oh, my Jesus, that is fucked up.”
“You’re flying.” I realized now that this was the proper terminology.”
Gia waved her hand under her and then tweaked her exposed butt. “This is really real. Holy shit.”
We’d been on this island doing absolutely nothing for over a week and now, out of nowhere, Brook was supergirl.
“Girl, You’re supergirl.”
“I am totally supergirl.”
“Fly to the right now.” Gia clapped her hands together.
Brook moved a few feet to the right. Her right.
“Close enough. Now fly into the kitchen and get me Mexican Pepsi.”
“I’m a super hero, not your super bitch, get it yourself.”
Gia looked at me, “She’s the same, just more floaty.”
“Have you ever done this before?” It seemed like a reasonable question.
“Sun. If I spent the weekends flying around Manhattan, don’t you think I would have mentioned it in one of our three hour bathtub phone calls?”
Author Bio
Jim Marcus was the founder and singer of the seminal eighties Industrial band Die Warzau. He’s a typographer who has developed over 100 commercially available typefaces, a Telly award winning tv writer, a painter, and creator who has developed the look and feel for hundreds of alternative bands and brands. He is currently the lead singer for the band Go Fight.
Author Website: www.pulseblack.com