From volume 9, issue 44
Daniel paused a few steps away from the checkout counter and grimaced. God damn it, for how much of a burnout Eddie clearly was, he took an impressive assortment of shifts. This was what he got for not going to the “good” 7-Eleven. Daniel shook his head at himself and raised his eyes to heaven for strength so he could just get this over with.
He put his two six-packs of Sam Adams up on the counter and pulled out his wallet without making eye contact. He could still feel it, the slow, stoned pull of Eddie’s gaze as it went from the beer to his face. Just hearing him start to smile made him want to punch him in the face.
"Oh, hey, Harold!" Eddie said. "Where’s Kumar?"
Daniel gritted his teeth. “Fucking your mother,” he said, and Eddie just let out a laugh like a baked donkey.
From Yes, And Special 01
The three broken ribs and the black eye she could live with; what really had Ginger upset was how they’d taken her lipstick. She had a little split at the corner of her lip that she couldn’t stop herself from poking with her teeth and tongue; without her face on, she had nothing to keep her from bothering at it. Just another indignity on top of all the others today. Getting thrown down the stairs by a Turkish opium dealer had really been the highlight of the day.
She heard some noise outside of her hospital room and pulled the thin, scratchy blanket up over as much of her as she could. She had had enough of doctors for the day, thank you very much. The sound she heard coming through the door didn’t sound like any of the doctors who’d been poking and prodding and interrogating her; it sounded like a very familiar little hurricane.
"I know for a fact that Miss Snapps was admitted to this hospital and you are going to show me to her room before I buy this whole ward and turn it into a bowling alley," she heard, and closed her eyes as she both smiled and felt a little bit of tears prick at her eyes. “And I don’t even like bowling!” The doctor’s voice was lower and softer, and Ginger couldn’t quite make out what he said, but she sure heard the response. “I didn’t get hit on the head hard enough not to know who my own secretary is. Ginger! Virginia Eudora Snapps, six feet tall, redhead, killer blue eyes, can punch a Frenchman through a church door, and makes a hell of a Manhattan. She came into this hospital with me and you’re going to tell me where you’ve put her.”
Hey everybody! Here’s my story for the new Shousetsu Bang*Bang “Yes, And” special! I’ll sum it up like this: do you want to read a story that’s more or less Tony Stark and Pepper Potts, only no one is a superhero, it’s in the 1930s, and both of them are transgender? Well, you’re in luck! That’s what I wrote!
psssst there’s a couple of old pictures and one brand new totally nsfw one from me in here too!
It’s a really sweet, adorable story! With bonus crossdressing! Check it out!
Signups are now open for the July 29 issue; the text deadline for the issue is Tuesday, July 23, and the art deadline is Saturday, July 27. Please comment here if you plan to submit a story or artwork for this issue. As always, you don’t have to sign up to participate, and you’re not creating an unbreakable contract by signing up, but throwing your name into the hat is always a good way to get that creative impulse going!
This is the very first of a new kind of special issue, which we’ve decided to refer to with the improv-inspired open-ended phrase Yes, And. The short explanation is that this will be a text-focused issue intended to make space for stories that include elements that would otherwise make said stories not fit so easily into either our standard m/m or our special f/f issues. The longer explanation is at the post itself.
Because of the incredible confluence of factors and deadlines here, there are, in fact, three signups open right now: this one, June’s Heroes and Villains issue, and September’s Artist Special. So there’s a lot going on, but we’re excited about it all!
You asked for it, you got it! (Now you gotta sign up for it!)
I’m doing the cover!!!! WOW SO EXCITED. Everyone should submit stuff!!!
Signups are now open for the March 25 issue; the text deadline for the issue is Tuesday, March 19, and the art deadline is Saturday, March 23. Please comment here if you plan to submit a story or artwork for this issue. Artists should specify whether you’re submitting a standalone piece, offering to illustrate a story, or doing both. Artists offering to illustrate should provide either links to or thumbnails of past works as examples of style; writers wishing to collaborate with artists (or artists wishing to collaborate with writers) should respond directly to comments to this post. As always, you don’t have to sign up to participate, and you’re not creating an unbreakable contract by signing up, but throwing your name into the hat is always a good way to get that creative impulse going! Signups for the beta reader pool will be in an upcoming post.
This is the first special of the year, where we trade boys for girls and let the lesbians run free! The theme this time is Tea for Two: How do you ladies take your tea? Hot? Sweet? Spiked?
Signups are of course still open for the February’s Hookers and Blackjack issue — this is the part of the year where we’ve got a little overlap, and we know it’s a bit of a crunch, but contributors are welcome to take part in either or both issues!
WRITE ABOUT LESBIANS
Everyone should sign up because the lady issues never get as much attention and I know y’all are some lady-loving folks. LET’S ALL HAVE FUN WITH LESBIANS.
From Volume 8, Issue 40
MARCH 7, 2012
Abraham wiped a bit of horseradish out of his beard with a paper napkin he’d swiped from some fast food joint or another. He had established quite a hoard of ill-begotten paper goods over the years, along with sugar packets, condiments, and other easily pocketed items, before he’d discovered the power of buying in bulk. Eating a roast beef sandwich didn’t merit breaking into the stash of the good stuff, though, so his crumbs were caught with stolen goods.
He took another bite and clicked on another random YouTube video. He’d started somewhere an hour or so ago with something he’d actually specifically intended to watch, but the internet being what it was and all, he’d lost time and all memory of where he’d started, and was now watching a man in a car giving a review of food he’d gotten at Arby’s. Good napkins, Arby’s.
Abraham had finished his sandwich by the time the man on the video was done singing the praises of the Arby’s Super Reuben. He was a man who’d made a lot of decisions in life based on maintaining his own personal safety and well-being, but every man was prone to moments of weakness and error. He scrolled down to read the comments on the video.
Heyyy, so, this is my story for the latest ssb*b issue! I’m really proud of it. Without giving too much away, it was inspired by John Hodgman, David Wong, terminal illness, and a fear of schizophrenia. It has a fucking FANTASTIC illustration by serenity-fails, goddamn gurl.
It is not your particular usual s2b2 fluffy love story, but it does have a happi endo in its own way, and I’d be really happy if you read it. Shit, I liked this one so much I used it to come out of the Bang*Bang closet, as it were, on the twitter that my coworkers all follow. I WILL NOT BE ASHAMED OF YOU, GAY PORN RAG I RUN. YOU ARE THE BEST THING IN MY LIFE
I meant to make the soundtrack for this today but I forgot. Maybe after I finish these tater tots.
I DREW A THING FOR THIS! it’s SCARY!!!!