Bath Haus

by P.J. Vernon

GPS tracking shares the physical distance between two users. A surrogate measure of the ease with which sex between them is possible.

Nathan’s from New York. As in, the City. He’s never experienced life as a gay man in rural Indiana. Affection driven underground. Taboo. An invitation for contempt and violence.

Cunning always recognizes itself.

There’s zero expectation for me to pay. Sure, Nathan makes more—and any outsider would conclude I benefit handsomely from it—but it serves as a stark reminder of my place. In every way, I need Nathan. I need him to keep me from drugs. I need him for shelter, for food. Most important, I need him for life. Nathan is the reason I breathe.