Life in the Big City.From the NY Times and USA Today Best Selling Author Ty Nolan ( He had cut his hair off and looked a little taller since I had last seen him. We kept in touch and now I was spending a few days with him. But then his father got hired for a new job and his family had to move to Portland. Otter and I had fooled around some after my first official lover went home to Italy. My Aunt Pork called him an 'Incubus wannabe' and used some Ghost Medicine to get rid of him." I glanced over at Otter's "potato juice" and added, "I get enough of the Living expecting me to do stuff without the Dead trying to ride my ass." I shuddered from certain memories and tried to focus on my friend. Then there was this real perv one who kept trying to sex up sleepers. And I thought I had gotten in trouble for the sex slave stuff.Īloud I answered, "If they're on this side of the Doorway, they're usually begging you to help them do something. During my formal initiation the real chatty-cathy Dead was my brother Scorpio, and he kept nagging me to resurrect his ass. All I really ended up doing was speeding up his Coming Out process. Turns out he would have wanted to date me anyway. How was I to know what I had done would turn him into a zombie sex slave? Whoops. I had been dumped on my Uncle Feeney's pig farm by my family for sort of, kind of abusing the whole "spiritually gifted" thing by seducing a new student. He nodded and put the top back on his thermos. Scorpio is the one who's supposed to deal with the Dead, not me." Otter's grandfather is a medicine man, so I didn't have to worry about explaining anything.
"It's not that-I found if I try to drink, dead people start talking to me and that always creeps me out. His eyes squinted from the sensation and the sharp stink of cheap liquor hit my nose. "Wussie-pussy," he laughed, opening it up and taking a mouthful. "It's what we Kiowas call vodka, 'cause it's traditionally made from potatoes." "What's potato juice?" I took the battered thing and shook it. "Have some potato juice," Otter said, handing me an old silver thermos.
This free tale is part of The Real Story Safe Sex Project dedicated to using entertainment and popular culture to spread the word about HIV/AIDS and safe sex to gay and bi male teens and twentysomethings. But it also might tell you a few things you didn't know. Warning: this story uses explicit language and is sexually graphic. Otter has discovered attending a monthly safe-sex workshop is the best place to find a date who is already interested in "love with a glove." They'll have a chance to hear new legends-like the Dancing Deer Woman and more about Coyote than our Reluctant Shaman would ever want to know-from the Workshop leader, Professor Comesflying. He's in the Big City to visit his old friend Otter as they start to explore sexuality.
The unique Native American Two-Spirit hero from Memoir of a Reluctant Shaman is back in a stand alone tale.
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