Jeremy Lyon sez, "I've just published Futurismic's March entry, and it's one of my personal favorites, Donnard Sturgis' 'Strike A Pose.' It's a touching story about a lonely drag queen trying to make her mark in Glamtasia's annual fashion show cum full contact death brawl with the help of a little Santería. It's a bit on the — how shall we say — crude side, but I don't imagine that will faze BoingBoing's readers."
This is one of the finest pieces of fiction I've ever read online. Futurismic is doing an amazing job at picking lyrical, sharp, new sf from promising new writers. This volunteer effort run by a few writers in their spare time is as good or better than any fiction venue in print or online.
This story in particular is by turns mean, funny, and raunchy and clever.
t was like one of those antique mirrored disco balls exploded in my face. My fashions! Silver chips, like sequins scaled from a dying gown, fluttered around me towards the ground as I tried in vain to catch them. I was devastated. How could he have just flung my fashion discs out of the window like that? Probably drunk again on Red Stripe. Then his jerk-chicken-eatin' ass had to get all black and ignorant and shouted at me.
"And no come back in 'ere, man! You hear me? I told you before — it's over and me no want you. Me just wanted your tight rass."
I felt like I'd been tripped on a runway by a jealous Thin Girl. I just couldn't believe it. I scrambled to pick up the FDs, but a gust of wind carried most of them into the street and another surge swept some into the gutter. At least three hundred holographic outfits lost. It had taken me weeks to design some of those programs.
(Thanks, Jeremy!)
