January 17, 2012


Each Tuesday, rather than a POSSIBLY IRRITATING ESSAY, I'd like to both challenge you and lend a helping hand. I generate more speculative and teen story ideas than I can ever use. My family rolls its collective eyes when I say, "Hang on a second! I just have to write down this idea..." Here, I'll include the initial inspiration (quote, website, podcast, etc) and then a thought or two that came to mind. These will simply be seeds -- plant, nurture, fertilize, chemically treat, irradiate, test or stress them as you see fit. I only ask if you let me know if anything comes of them.

SF Trope: Human males get pregnant

Yernar Batyr is no stranger to sexual orientation discussions – his fathers have lived together for fifteen years; his biological mother was a surrogate who was also a stripper; his grandfather changed his gender (no one knows whether the change included surgery or not). He is accepting, popular and well-known.

He’s also straighter than an arrow and has a totally normal girlfriend at a normal, northern California high school in the “smaller” town of Susanville – a town of 20,000 that is best known as the location of the High Desert State Prison. It hates the reputation that comes from being “Californians”. They see themselves as a small town, even though they are less than a 100 miles north of Reno, Nevada.

Of course, this is why no one is surprised when aliens land in town one day.

What is a surprise is that they have four sexes.

It’s also a surprise that they are fighting – really fighting. With guns and bombs and high-energy weapons.

And they brought their kids – all six hundred and thirty-two of them. They need to get rid of some, so they spray them with a hormone that induces a competition reflex and then they let them go to Thin in the mountains.

Yernar is hiking on the desert with several buddied one day when a pack of the alien young attack HIM; running for their lives, they’re scooped up by an alien creature driving a massive ATV who informs them that if they don’t stop the kids, their quaint little geometric human corral will be overrun and its cattle eaten…

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