A Gay Tale
The Gay Domestic | The Subdivision | Digital Photo Collage | 2026
Once upon a time, in the year 2089, on a moon base orbiting a planet nobody had bothered to name yet, there lived two husbands named Jason and Jeremy.
They had been married for thirty-one years. They had survived the relocation, full body android replacement surgery, the three-week communications blackout of 2077, and Jeremy’s brief but passionate obsession with hydroponic orchids. They had, by any measure, done well.
But marriage is marriage, even on the moon.
It was Jason who found the shrink ray. Left behind by a previous tenant, tucked behind the oxygen recycler, still fully charged. He turned it over in his hands for a long moment. Then he looked at Jeremy across the dinner module. Jeremy was reading. His curls were doing that thing they did. His eyes, when he glanced up, were still that impossible blue.
Jason aimed. Jeremy looked up just in time.
The shrink ray, it turned out, was a proven success. With Jeremy sufficiently reduced, they soon found entire new avenues of expressive lovemaking they couldn’t have imagined before.
Later, much later, Jeremy — restored to full size — said it was the most romantic thing Jason had done since the zero-gravity incident of 2081.
Jason made tea. Jupiter 3 drifted past the window, silent and enormous and entirely indifferent, with Jason now enamored with enormous.
Outside, the moon did what the moon has always done.
It kept their secrets.
And they lived, as they always had, surprisingly well.
