The love that dare not speak its name

The love that dare not ... men in contamination suits“Oh Sergei, do you think we’ll ever escape this festering plain, this landscape of ennui and emptiness, so that we can share our love as it was meant to be shared?”


“What Sergei? I can’t hear you through my containment suit?”

“Mgnnnnn! Mgnnnn!”

“Oh, I love you too Sergei. Fishheads. We’ll have fishheads! And bathe our radiation sores together!”

“Gnnn!!! Gnnnn!”

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More awkward embraces at alltop. And for all of you who’ve already seen this, and a few of the other posts of the last few days, my apologies — I’m consumed by this novel editing thing. Originally posted November, 2009.

2 Responses to The love that dare not speak its name

  1. reverend gisher November 9, 2008 at 11:58 am #

    beautiful picture? of life thirty years from now.

  2. reverend gisher November 9, 2008 at 12:01 pm #

    is that one of the great lakes in the background? wait.., no, i think i’ve just eaten over my weekly quota of fish from lake ontario.
    mary matalin gisher