Chlorine: A Short Story About Sex Party Management

I was standing with Jane by the DJ booth when I heard someone say his name. It’s an unusual name, so I knew they were talking about him. Oh, he’s in Philly now, they said. He moved in with this trans girl. Suddenly I needed something. I went to the card table where they keep the lube and condoms and dug to the bottom of the candy jar. Beneath its crinkly white wrapper, the last lollipop was spiderwebbed like a broken disco ball.