Wicked Gay Ways

 Dear Reader: Welcome to our 2024/2025 winter/spring issue. For this issue we are delighted to feature the work of new writers and visual artists. This issue features writers and poets: Lee Campbell, (London, UK), Charles K. Carter, (Oregon, USA), Red Passion (Australia), and Avi Ben-Zeev, (London, the UK), Visual artists include the work of photographers Kenn Aguilar (Seattle, Washington), & Paul Lorenz, (Chicago), Daniel David, (Michigan, USA), Jorge Tejeda (Montreal, Canada), and William “Cricket” Ulrich, (Oakland, California.)

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Damian’s my type: bearded, broad shouldered, and big bellied. But that’s not why I want him to kneel at my feet, beg for my trans dick in his mouth, my silicon cock in his ass. There’s something about the way he moves, the sparkle in his hazel eyes, lilt in his voice. That elusive spark.

              “Do you have a Recon profile?” Damian asks.

              “I do, but you’ll have to earn looking at it,” I say.

               “Really?” He mock rolls his eyes.

               “Red.”

                “Red?” His eyes widened.

                “I don’t do brats.”

                 “Please reconsider, Sir.”

“That’s more like it.” I cradle his nape. “But did I instruct you to call me Sir?”

                 Damian lowers his head. “I want to please you ...”

                 “Sir.”

                 “I should’ve known a psychologist—”

                 “Sure you want to go there?” I smile.

                 “Sorry, Sir.” Damian’s hard-on bulges from his pants. 

                  “May I please be your good boy?”

Avi Ben-Zeev is a London-based gay trans man, high school failure, and Yale Ph.D. As a writer, psychologist, and immigrant, he explores the challenges and freedoms of journeying toward belonging and home. Avi’s stories won the 2024 London Independent Story Prize (LISP) and the UK’s first transgender writing competition. He was shortlisted and highly commended by the 2023 Oxford Flash Fiction Prize, and his co-edited anthology, Trans Homo, was a Lambda Literary Award Finalist. Avi’s literary memoir, Calling My Deadname Home, was recently published by Muswell Press. Find out more at www.avibenzeev.com.

Molly and I

Molly stood looking at the painting she had hung on our lounge room wall. A hammer lay on a side table nearby. I admired her from behind, how the white blouse, black braces and dark slacks hugged her slim curves. 

I interrupted her, slipping my arms about her waist. I nuzzled my face into her neck, brushing her dark hair away and kissing her delicate skin. 

"It looks good, sweetheart." "You think so?"

My hands crept upwards, over the coarse straps of the suspenders, gently pushing one then the other out of the way. I cupped the swell of her full breasts, caressing them. She wasn't wearing a bra. A pang of desire shot through me. "I do," I whispered in her ear.

I gently pushed the straps of the suspenders off her shoulders, and they fell to her waist. She half turned to face me, and I kissed her deeply. Her mouth was warm, and her lips soft as always. Her hand found my cheek and she turned herself fully to face me.

I pulled my lips away to take a breath. She undid the buttons of her blouse, revealing her décolletage and breasts. I ran my hands over their nakedness, brushing her nipples. "Touch me." She said,

I kissed her again, hard, and moved my body closer to hers. I moved my hands down the skin of her belly, untucking her blouse. Her lips left mine and kissed my cheek, my neck. Then I found the waistband of her slacks. I began to undo the buttons. "Wait a second." She said, 

Before I could go any further, she grasped my shoulders and pulled me closer to her. She stepped backwards toward the wall, and I followed. She leaned against it, and my body pressed into hers.

"God, I want you," I murmured as I slipped my right hand into her knickers, the soft material brushing my skin. She ran her hands through my wavy hair and nibbled gently on my ear lobe. 

My fingers brushed over her coarse hair. She gasped softly as my fingers found her smooth folds. A low moan emerged from her beautiful mouth as I ran my finger down to her slick sex, then up again through her folds to her clit. I stayed there, caressing, circling, enjoying her. 

Suddenly, she grasped my bottom, digging her fingers into my flesh, as a wave of pleasure passed through her. I pressed harder. "Don’t … stop."

She moved her hips backwards and forwards over my hand. She grew slicker, my caresses became faster, and her delicious moans more frequent. And then came the final, luxurious release. She cried out softly, and I felt her body relax. She held me close, taking quick breaths to steady herself. I removed my hand from her knickers and supported her lower back. 

I was slick like she was and ached for her to touch me. To my relief, she recovered quickly. She kissed me and ran a hand up my thigh, then under the skirt of my yellow dress. Her hand brushed over my stockings, bare skin and knickers. But she stopped. My breath caught in my throat with disappointment. 

She pulled her lips away from mine, smiled, and moved her whole body downwards. I closed my eyes with anticipation and pleasure as she pulled down my knickers, hiked up my dress and began to run her deft tongue over my clit. 

Red Passion is a queer writer of short fiction and poetry. Her works are featured in Wicked Gay Ways, Pink Disco Magazine and The Erozine. She received high commendation in the 2023 Stringybark Erotic Short Story Award with the story being featured in the award’s anthology, The Blue Dragon. She lives in Australia with her partner, dog and two kids. You can find her on Instagram @red_passion_writings

(Fill Me) With Your Song

I usually swallow;

I do.

I like to.

But today

I hold your offering

in my mouth

and race to my study.

I spit out your fresh spunk

and analyze it

under a microscope.

Your sperm

looks like musical notes

singing and dancing

and coming to life

in a way that can’t be barred

by any sheet music.

Charles K. Carter is a queer poet who lives in Oregon. They are the author of The God of Loneliness (Rebel Satori Press), If the World Were a Quilt (Kelsay Books), and Read My Lips (David Robert Books) as well as several chapbooks. Carter can be found on Instagram @CKCpoetry.  www.CKCpoetry.com

Carnival

Caipirinha communion in dance hall church

Imperative departure to undress somewhere

Skin to skin

Enroute sirens blare, horns honk

Everyone thinks we are breaking the law

We are righteous rebels

In my bed, tongues send memory of taste to the brain

I am alive in whorls of ocean

I hold ship-deck ropes of your dreads

you throw out to me for safety

Your anus tasting like the sea

Poet With a Pen

Blood ink on page

Candles, music to dislocate stress of day,

floating away like incense smoke,

Purge

Behind my back are multiple selves

One holds my heart

One weary body

One unsteady legs

One holds the bottle

One intoning dreams

One as folly

One with pulsing cock

One wandering reverse and in circles

Battle scarred poet,

walk.

Forward

Writing under the name Ken Thompson, Thompson’s work has been featured in the Black Rain Anthology, Caravan and Tribes Magazine.

Swim in the pornographic pleasure of radical deep listening

How can anything now exceed in beauty

than when I saw you read your poetry?

The contours of your face dazzled in strobe light

After all my years of struggle to see without shame or flinch,

to feel seen,

seeing you humble at work, so in love with your craft,

your poetry, your words, not realising their power, not as bullets or bombs

but pins with their pricking, blinding beauty,

made the struggle worth it

Your poetry enters my ears,

it tests the boundary

where the sonic and the haptic begin

Your poetry is beyond the visual,

the purest production and transmission of affect

Both phenomenology of my body

and reawakening and break with

any understanding I previously had of perceptual experience

Body constructed ‘in’ and ‘of’ the world through movement,

as Maurice Merleau-Ponty suggests,

breaks down the dualist idea of the mind and body

‘inside’ and ‘outside’

Your poetry is movement, a speeding pin

 to my body as porous, as permeable material of the world

But this affect, this desire must take an involuntary respite

when standing in front of you

You will see a man whose heart is tied in knots

Conflicting with my queerness, my resistance to teleology

I must have a conversation with myself

whilst now presenting a version of myself to you

in conflict with all those voices

coming from within

Transmission of myself to you now as a poet

whose internal thoughts, unheard, whose joy, unseen

You see me but I can’t see you

Yet we can both hear each other

Listening to each other’s oral remediation

of what is going on inside of you but inside me,

I navigate an ordeal, a conflict

the war between thought and share

External assimilation of my feelings

may rip, may cut, may hurt you

So, I minimise the narrative

Straitjacket those feelings

Deny outward expression of my internal rebellion

Deny showing you the alchemy of my flesh

Coming, the ejaculation of seeing you

Those moments of fleeting bliss and physical transcendence

Cumming, physical, out of body, non-sovereign

The most prized money shot in pornography

now seen only by my internal audience

Only I, as I try to pin this down, will bear witness to myself

I see me cumming from within.

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Dr. Lee Campbell is an artist and Senior Lecturer at University of the Arts London. He has performed extensively across the world since 2000 including solo performances for the National Poetry Library, Brighton Fringe, Whitstable Biennale and Prague Biennale. He will be headlining Rhymes and Stitches in January 2025 and will be a featured poet at Oxford Poetry Library and Big Trouble, Rochester later in 2025. His debut poetry collection ’See Me: An (Almost) Autobiography’ was published by London Poetry Books in November 2024. Other publications of his poetry include The Atticus Review, Ink, Sweat and Tears, Otherwise, You Are Here - The Journal of Creative Geography, Queerlings, New Note Poetry, Streetcake. The New Normal and Step Away Magazine. His chapbook ‘Queering the Landscape’ was shortlisted for the 2024 Broken Spine Chapbook Poetry Competition. His experimental performance poetry films have been selected for many international film festivals since 2019.