Aging Awfully published in Small Press Traffic's The Back Room

I crave abduction by aliens. I want to be probed, to find out what kind of specimen I am to an advanced species. It might not be so scary –– I’ve touched and been touched by hundreds of men, most of whom I didn’t know. I’ve descended stairs carved out of stone, wearing nothing but socks and sneakers, to end up in a basement where naked men fuck in dark corners. The walls were probably seething with germs. Abduction can’t be much riskier than that. So yeah, beam me up. READ MORE

Miguel Gutierrez