Out Now: Queer We Go Again! by Saundra Mitchell (editor)
English | 2020 | Romance > LGBT | ePUB |1.5 MB
QUEER WE GO AGAIN!
A follow-up to the critically acclaimed All Out anthology, Out Now features seventeen new short stories from amazing queer YA authors. Vampires crash prom…aliens run from the government…a president’s daughter comes into her own…a true romantic tries to soften the heart of a cynical social media influencer…a selkie and the sea call out to a lost soul. Teapots and barbershops…skateboards and VW vans…Street Fighter and Ares’s sword: Out Now has a story for every reader and surprises with each turn of the page!
This essential and beautifully written modern-day collection features an intersectional and inclusive slate of authors and stories.
Kick. Push. Coast. by Candice Montgomery
What Happens in the Closet by Caleb Roehrig
Player One Fight! by Eliot Schrefer
Lumber Me Mine by CB Lee
Follower by Will Kostakis
Refresh by Mark Oshiro
Victory Lap by Julian Winters
A Road of One’s Own by Kate Hart
Seditious Teapots by Katherine Locke
Star-Crossed in DC by Jessica Verdi
Floating by Tanya Boteju
The Soft Place by Hillary Monahan
A Pound of Flesh by Kosoko Jackson
One Spell Too Many by Tara Sim
Far from Home by Saundra Mitchell
The Coronation by Meredith Russo
Once Upon a Seastorm by Fox Benwell
Falling is the point. Failing is the point. Getting better and changing your game as a skater is the point. Change.
But what if things were on your side? What if you’d stuck with that first label? What if Bisexual felt like a good fit and never changed?
Well, then you’d probably be landing all these 180s.
If bisexual just fit, you’d probably have been able to hold on to your spot in that Walk-In Closet. But it doesn’t fit. It doesn’t fit which kind of sucks because at Thanksgiving dinner two years ago, your cousin Damita just had to open her big mouth and tell the family you “mess with girls.” Just had to tell the family, a forkful of homemade mac and cheese headed into said mouth, that you are “half a gay.”
That went over well. Grams wouldn’t let you sit on her plastic-lined couches for the rest of the night. Your great-uncle Damian told her gay is contagious. She took it to heart.
No offense, baby. Can’t have all that on my good couches.
You glance up and across the park, memories knocking things through your head like a good stiff wind, and you find her taking a seat.
Oh, she never does this. She never gets comfortable. She’s changing things up. You’re not the only one.
Maybe she plans to stay a while.
You love that she’s changing things up. You think it feels like a sign. It’s like she’s riding Goofy-Foot today. Riding with her right foot as dominant.
The first time you changed things up that way, you ended up behind the bleachers, teeth checking with a trans boy named Aaron. It felt so right that you needed to give it a name.
Google called it pansexual. That one stuck. You didn’t bother to explain that one to the family, though. They were just starting to learn bisexual didn’t mean you were gay for only half the year.
You pop your board and give the Caballerial another go.
It does not want you. You don’t stick this one either.
If pansexual had stuck, you’d introduce yourself to the beautiful girl with a smaller apology on your tongue. Hi, I’m Dustyn, I’ve only changed my label the one time, just slightly, but I’m still me and I’d really love to take you out.
And the beautiful girl would glance at your scraped elbows and the bruised-up skin showing through the knee holes in your ripped black skinny jeans. She’d see you and say, Hi, small, slight changes are my favorite. And then she’d lace her bubble-gum-nail-polished hand with yours.