Rejection: Fiction

by Tony Tulathimutte

To finish he silently imagines the woman is pregnant and that his more potent semen is killing off the other man’s embryo, displacing it with his own.

hetero sex is so different and interesting!

Physically he’s not her type at all, and she’s never thought he was hot, until now, the moment she realizes he thinks she’s hot.

Anyway, it would be hypocritical to complain about it, as he, too, is only attracted to tall, muscular, masculine white or Black men and the occasional hung Latino; his complicity neutralizes his claim to oppression.

isn’t the gym notoriously the place where hot men go to get hotter?

I want to pickle you in cum. I want you to drown and get pickled by my cum, you little, uh, pig.

Consuming horror felt like honing my mind away from the contemptible norm. In this pocket universe the world seemed to molt its civilized plumage, which it wore to hide the blood and shit, to pretend it had an essence beyond carnage.

the invisible oppression of being a narrow-shouldered man under patriarchy.

narrow shoulders rlly live rent free in tonys head

which just goes to my point that all identarian politics are homologous: even when they represent opposing values, all are engaged in a vigorous pledge to the same principle of belonging.

Zamira turned into an impromptu TED Talk

people never mean this in a good way