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From the publisher of Best Bi Short Stories<\/strong> <\/em><\/a>and the leader in erotic sf\/fantasy, Circlet Press, comes LIKE TWIN STARS<\/strong><\/em>, collecting three hot stories exploring bisexuality through a fantastical lens. According to Scientific American, bisexual behavior is common in over 1500 species of animals on Earth, including humans, for whom it has greater social and personal consequences than it does for penguins, baboons, or garter snakes. Through worlds of fantasy, we can explore the erotic and social possibilities for a bisexual identity only available in flights of the imagination. Visit a tribal society where the men \u201cdance\u201d with each other in order to attract wives, a fantasy world where sexuality is only awakened by the visit of a succubus or incubus, and a future where the intersex characteristics in fish and other species caused by environmental changes in our day and age finally begin to present in human beings.<\/p>\n

Includes:
\nThe Dancer\u2019s War by N.K. Jemisin
\nIncubus, Succubus by Neil Hudson
\nThe Travesties by Giselle Renarde<\/p>\n

Read an excerpt:<\/span><\/p>\n

Introduction, by Kelly Clark
\nScience fiction is a genre of possibilities. Since I was a child, I\u2019ve loved science fiction for the worlds it opened to my mind. From fantastic planets and alien machines to the dystopian futures and alternate timelines of our own human race, the best science fiction explores the far reaches of the imaginary and potential universe, all the while keeping one eye turned to the mirror, bringing to light the worlds inside ourselves at the same time. Given the exploratory nature of science fiction, it seems strange to me that bisexuality \u2014 a sexual identity that embodies the celebration of possibility \u2014 is so largely absent wthin the genre. The bisexual characters that exist seem to be mostly stock types that, like the \u201cthree-breasted whore,\u201d evoke a stereotyped image that fails to acknowledge the complex inner lives of bisexual characters.
\nIn Like Twin Stars, I wanted to collect science fiction stories that focus on bisexual characters as well as stories that play with ideas of sexuality and society. We attempted to collect stories that not only address bisexuality but portray it in a positive and reaffirming light. We live today in a world where bisexuality remains mostly unexplored and invisible; what if a society existed where bisexuality was normal? Science fiction offers us a chance to examine the erotic and social potential of bisexuality on a broader scale. With this anthology, we offer a window into a few of these myriad possibilities.
\n\u2013Kelly Clark<\/p>\n

Excerpt from \u201cThe Dancers\u2019 War\u201d by N. K. Jemisin<\/p>\n

The Ketuyae had wronged my clan, the Weavers-of-Cloud, some eighty years before. Something about a headwoman\u2019s daughter and someone\u2019s Third Husband; after so much time no one truly remembered. Honor-feuds had gone on for generations in our people\u2019s history. In the end, honor was merely an excuse.
\nStill, because of it I had spent my whole life training for the day when it would fall to me to defend the clan\u2019s honor. The one love we shared with the Ketuyae was dance. As soon as I could walk my mother\u2019s First Husband began schooling me in the Root, Stem, and Leaf patterns. By the time I was six I had also mastered Flower, Fruit, and Seed. We then progressed into the animal forms; I mastered the basic Twelve before I reached that age myself. The clan\u2019s elders watched my performances and nodded among themselves. \u201cHere\u2019s a true Cloudweaver in the making,\u201d I heard them say. \u201cIf he bests the Ketuyae, we\u2019ll gain a worthy addition to our clan.\u201d
\nSo they would, I promised them, and myself.
\nThe gathering was held only once every ten years, so we set out as soon as we\u2019d replenished our stores from winter. We arrived at the Evergreen\u2019s edge at summer\u2019s height, when the great forest was a-riot in color and life. Gathering City had already been cleaned and prepared by the clan which had the honor of hosting that decade\u2019s event. But to our great surprise, the living area to which we\u2019d been assigned was right next to the Ketuyae\u2019s.
\nOur headwoman and her First were furious; they left at once to carry a protest to the hosts. I was more pleased than upset. I had been a child at the last gathering-of-clans, too young to fully comprehend the currents of anger and pride sweeping between us and our enemies. Now I was a man, albeit an unproven one. I wanted to see the Ketuyae through adult eyes and take their measure.
\nBut the Ketuyae were prepared, having reached the City some days before us. In addition to surrounding their individual pavilas with thick curtains, they had built screens out of hides, each half again the height of a man, and positioned these about the perimeter of their camp. It was an insult, for it meant that the Ketuyae disdained even to acknowledge our existence. There was much murmuring as our elders debated an appropriate symbolic response.
\nAs I dismounted to begin setting up camp along with the other unproven men, I felt eyes upon me. I turned slowly toward the Ketuyae camp and saw a sliver of a person gazing out at me from between two screens.
\nStartled, I moved away from my horse and walked to the edge of our camp, stopping with the tips of my sandals on their camp border. I could see only a little of the one who watched me \u2014 a strip of bronze skin, odd straw-colored hair, and one glowering blue eye.
\nI smiled, without humor and with everything of challenge, for I guessed at once who this might be: the Ketuyae\u2019s dance-champion. As I smiled, the glowering look changed to one of surprise, then corresponding recognition. I could see only a bit of his mouth but I saw that he smiled as well. How could we not feel delight in such a moment? It can be the fulfillment of a lifetime to meet a worthy opponent, no matter the outcome.
\nBut was this one worthy? I had to know.
\nSo I turned and began pacing along the border, heading for the far corner of the Ketuyae encampment where there was a gap between the screens. My counterpart turned and walked with me, vanishing behind screens only to reappear in tantalizing flashes. I kept my pace measured even though my heart was pounding. Then we reached the gap, and I faced my nemesis for the first time.
\nThe Ketuyae were plainsfolk; I had learned that much of their kind from our elders. Their clan had left the Evergreen many centuries before and mingled with strange folk from the cold lands to the north. It was one of the reasons why we had never gotten along with them, for we Cloudweavers kept to the oldest traditions and our lines were pure. We still lived among the dappled shadows of the Evergreen, and other clans said the forest was in our blood \u2014 for we all had dark hair, pale skin, and eyes as green as leaves or brown as bark. We were slim-bodied so that we could run silently through the brush, and we wore close-fitting tunics and limb-wrappings so that we could climb swiftly through the trees.
\nI had seen already that his coloring was strange, but I did not fully comprehend the difference between our clans until I saw him in that moment. He was huge. Had he been a Cloudweaver, he would have been half useless, for no tree-branch could have borne his weight. He towered over me by a full head, and his shoulders \u2014 half again as broad as my own \u2014 were partially hidden beneath the mass of curling gold hair which tumbled over them. He had taken no trouble to bind or sculpt it. Or perhaps that was simply not his people\u2019s way, for there were no bindings on his arms, legs, or feet either; he wore only leather slippers and breeches. His torso was bare down to where the ripples of his lower abdomen flowed beneath the flap of his breechclout. No, not quite bare. Each shoulder and pectoral had been marked with stark black tattoos in bold swirls and chevrons whose meaning was known only to the Ketuyae.
\nHe was so utterly alien that for several moments I simply stared. It was clear that I was just as strange to his eyes. I was gratified to see him frown slightly, puzzling over the layered cut and braiding of my hair and the bead-patterns of my short tunic. Then he spied my legs \u2014 bare but for calf-and-foot wrappings \u2014 and his eyes widened. His expression seemed almost scandalized for some reason. I could not help chuckling at such a foolish-looking stare.
\nThis seemed to remind him of the matter at hand. He pulled his eyes back to my own and smiled again, this time derisively. \u201cI\u2019ve heard the Weavers-of-Cloud called Weavers-of-Grass by the elders of my clan,\u201d he said in a voice as deep as a bear\u2019s, \u201cbut I had no idea the men of your kind came this small. Are you a child?\u201d
\n\u201cAre you a termite mound?\u201d I retorted. \u201cHow will you dance with such a lumbering body? Unless you mean to prove yourself by hurling rocks or some other barbarian craft.\u201d
\n\u201cI dance well enough,\u201d he said. \u201cYou will have your challenge, never fear.\u201d Then he stepped closer so that he, too, stood with his toes on the border-line. This put his chest only a few inches from my nose. I was near enough to feel the heat radiating from his skin.
\nI craned my neck upwards to glare at his chin. \u201cYou try to intimidate me like a beast \u2014 all size and superficiality. Perhaps you think your shaggy mane helps too.\u201d
\n\u201cPerhaps you think your beauty makes you a woman,\u201d he said softly.
\nI frowned at this, for at first I was not certain it was an insult. I had been named beautiful by others, though none would presume to call it womanlike; that would have been like comparing a pile of mud to finished sculpture. For him to imply that I thought so highly of myself\u2026 \u201cWeavers-of-Cloud revere the old ways,\u201d I snapped, \u201cunlike you grass-hopping Ketuyae. I don\u2019t claim to be the equal of a woman, but I\u2019m more than equal to you.\u201d
\nHe nodded, his smile widening as if I\u2019d pleased him in some way. \u201cWe shall see on the proving field,\u201d he said then, and \u2014 another insult \u2014 walked away without so much as a bow.
\nI stood glaring after him, my fists tight at my sides. I was flushed, breathing hard as if I\u2019d already danced a full Twelve. I wanted to run after him and attack him with my fists like an uncultured child. I wanted to run back to my pavila and laugh into my furs. I felt giddier than if I\u2019d eaten honey-sweets.
\nOh, this challenge would be everything I\u2019d waited for. Everything I\u2019d dreamed.<\/p>\n

* * * *<\/p>\n

The proving tests began promptly at sun-zenith the next day. Not all the young men undertook tests of great importance. Some merely demonstrated a craft or some sort of cleverness, whose worth the Council of Elders would judge. A young man who failed to win the elders\u2019 approval on the first try could make another attempt later during the gathering. He would never earn high rank, but at least he could bring some honor to his clan, and perhaps earn himself a Third or Fourth Husbandhood.
\nBut when a young man sought the ultimate test, he took up the Challenge Staff which stood at the center of the city\u2019s proving field. Any man could claim it, and by throwing it at the feet of another, invoke a challenge to which the other had to respond. When the challenge was between men of different clans, wagers were often made on the outcome. When the clans were at feud, as ours was with the Ketuyae, the whole of Gathering City might turn out to watch.
\nFor the winner would bring glory and wealth to his clan. Women would bid high to have him as First Husband, so that he might sire strong daughters and sons. Mothers would solicit him to train their children in pleasure and craft; elders would gradually groom him for leadership in clan or even the Council. But the man who lost the challenge would damage the whole clan\u2019s honor. At best his clan might relegate him to permanent low status, where he would be forced to perform the most hateful tasks: fighting in battles, winter guard-duty, servicing the other low-status men whom no woman would favor. At worst he might be banished, forced to beg acceptance from another clan \u2014 or wander alone until death. There were no second chances for a man who challenged and lost.
\nMy clan liked me; I was unlikely to be banished if I lost. But neither did I fancy spending the rest of my life putting arrows through barbarians or shivering in some remote guard-post. I wanted to be a First, but that was the least of it. What mattered more was that I had always believed myself to be the best dancer in all the clans. This was my chance to prove it.<\/p>\n

I walked onto the proving field as soon as the sun peaked. Other performances were going on in the squares around me, but the central square \u2014 where the Challenge Staff stood thrust into the earth \u2014 was empty. The crowd murmured as I approached, for they knew the history between Ketuyae and Weavers-of-Cloud. There had been a challenge between our clans at every gathering since the feud began. Doubtless most of the City had already made wagers on this one. My heart pounded, but I smiled a madman\u2019s smile as I reached the central square. I would give them their wagers\u2019 worth.
\nThe Ketuyae was waiting for me in the square. He\u2019d oiled his body to make his skin shine, and tied up his hair in a high ponytail. He had traded his breechclout-flaps for long drapes which hung fore and aft, dyed in simple but lovely patterns. His smile was as fierce as it had been the day before.
\nI stopped at the edge of the circle and cast off my cloak. I heard a collective gasp from the crowd, for I too had taken pains to look striking. I wore no tunic. I\u2019d had my mother\u2019s First wrap my waist in black leather straps instead, leaving my chest bare. Though I yearned to scandalize the Ketuyae further, I\u2019d donned pants of flexible black fawnhide, laced tightly along the sides. My hair hung unbound and unbraided behind me, black as a raven\u2019s shadow and straight as a waterfall. Those who knew the Cloudweavers understood the insult that I sent by this, for we unbound our hair only among the familiar trees of our clan-home \u2014 or when we felt otherwise unthreatened.
\nHe knew what it meant, I saw in his eyes. \u201cYou still think me a termite-mound?\u201d he drawled.
\nI flicked my hair and stepped into the square, putting one hand on my hip. \u201cAs you said, we shall see.\u201d
\nHe nodded, then assumed the Seed Growing position to begin. I raised my eyebrows; he moved gracefully for one so large.
\n\u201cMy name is Elan,\u201d I told him, and to his Seed I offered Leaves-in-Autumn to signify that I meant to smother him.
\nHe laughed and struck another opening pose: Sapling Rising, in spite of my leaves. He turned as he did it and I saw that his tattoos met between his shoulderblades and tapered down into his breeches. Oversized or not, his body was magnificent. I almost wished this were not a challenge, so that I could just watch him move.
\n\u201cI am Ansheara,\u201d he replied. \u201cThere\u2019s no real need for one of us to throw the Staff down, is there?\u201d
\nI laughed and flashed a Choking Ivy that made my hair whip like a ribbon before it settled around me. I saw his eyes widen slightly. \u201cOf course not.\u201d
\nThe drummers took this as their signal, and we began.
\nFrom the beginning he took the lead \u2014 he had such natural power, such aggression, that I knew better than to contest him on that level. His muscles rippled like ropes as he rammed Trees up from the earth, slapped Leaves from them like a hurricane, stamped Seeds with such force that I felt the ground vibrate. His loin-drapes sliced the air like a swallow\u2019s tail. Before he was halfway through the Forest Cycle he was running sweat in rivers, his pale hair whipping in strings \u2014 and he had only just warmed up. But the true spirit was in him. I saw that in his outflung arms, his thrown-back face; a smile of pure joy was on his lips.
\nAnd I shared that joy. Since I could not best him in power, I countered with intricacy and speed. I flowed through the subtleties of Root and Stem, then rippled my whole body in patterns his larger frame could not have mimicked when I Flowered. Before long I was controlling the dance, though he led, for he had to shape his force around my gentler grace or the dance\u2019s beauty would be marred. So I stroked his arms like wind through his Branches, and he bent and swayed, helpless. He spun with me, entranced, as I Vined around his taller Trunk.
\nIt was glory. Ecstasy. I knew that my own face reflected his joy, for I had never danced like this, with a partner who was my equal, my completion. When we drew close to begin the earthforms and rippled together in Rivers, I heard him moan very softly into my ear. The sound sent liquid heat through me. It was natural that I then flashed Lightning and sparked Fire in the Forest, for there was no other outlet for my feelings. It was a difficult posture, our legs intertwined, but we wove together perfectly. My thigh between his, his calf against mine, our torsos flickering back and forth as the Fire rose higher and higher\u2026 oh vessels of Earth, I could not think! It felt too good, his body against mine, this perfect melding of flesh and spirit. It came as no surprise that within my pants I was hard as stone, and when his breechclout brushed me I felt the same underneath the leather. The Fire raged in us both, and it sought more than one outlet.
\nFocus!<\/em> I commanded myself, and drew away to take us into Fleeing the Fire, which would begin the animalforms. I could not help groaning as I put distance between his body and mine. I saw anguish on his face as well.
\nAnd so it went, for how long I could not have said. I lost myself somewhere in the beat of the drums and the pounding of my feet against the sand. I was lost, too, in the Ketuyae Ansheara. He was so perfect! I have no doubt that the Earth Herself moved through both of us on that day, a blessing in sweat and flesh.
\nBut at last the glory ended, for we had gone through Forest, Beast, and Sky, and when we danced Moonset there was nothing left to dance.
\nFor a long time afterward there was silence. Or rather silence was all I heard, for I gazed at Ansheara and for an interminable span I yearned to dance with him again. I saw the same hunger in his eyes. But then the spell faded and I became aware of the crowd, which was shouting and whistling and stamping and screaming around us as if they had been possessed by demons. My muscles began to tremble as soon as I relaxed from the final pose, and if my mother\u2019s First had not suddenly appeared to wrap me in an ecstatic hug, I might have collapsed right there.
\nAcross the square, I saw Ansheara do just that, flopping onto the sand with no sign of his original grace. He looked dazed as three women who looked much like him \u2014 siblings, perhaps \u2014 descended on him with congratulations.
\nHe did not take his eyes from me. And I gazed back over my Firstsire\u2019s shoulder, wanting to weep.
\nThen the crowd began to hush. I leaned against one of my girl-siblings as we turned to the elders who had sat nearby throughout our dance. There had been no clear winner of our contest, so they would have to render a judgment.
\nEven then, as I looked at their lined faces, I knew what the verdict would be.
\n\u201cA draw,\u201d pronounced the Mother of the Council. \u201cEither one of these men would be an asset to any clan.\u201d
\nThe crowd went mad again. My mother and all her husbands joined my siblings in hugs. But just when I might have begun weeping from a sheer excess of emotion \u2014 not all of it happiness \u2014 I heard a gasp from the people all around us.
\nI looked around in confusion. Ansheara was on his feet again, and this time he held the Challenge Staff in his hands.
\n\u201cI am not satisfied,\u201d he said. His voice was rougher than usual, husky. His eyes were not quite sane as they fixed again on me. \u201cI desire a second challenge.\u201d
\nAnd he flung the staff down into the sand, at my feet.
\nThere was an immediate protest from my family and clan, and not a few of the folk from other clans. Even some of the Ketuyae were upset, wondering what on earth Ansheara was thinking. It was not unheard-of for a verdict to be challenged, but never when the outcome was a draw. We had both won. What more could he want?
\nThe Council Mother raised her hand for silence. \u201cIf you challenge again, Ketuyae, you risk a less-favorable outcome,\u201d she said. \u201cAre you certain?\u201d
\n\u201cI am,\u201d he said, still gazing at me.
\nShe looked at me, clearly uncomfortable. \u201cElan of the Cloudweavers, you have danced a fine challenge. It is not right that you should be forced to defend the honor you\u2019ve just won, but \u2014\u201d
\nI straightened, shrugging off my mother and siblings. I should have been terrified, but I was not. Perhaps I had been infected by Ansheara\u2019s madness, but suddenly I was as eager for the chance as he was. Beyond the Staff, I saw my enemy\u2019s eyes gleam at me.
\n\u201cI am a Cloudweaver,\u201d I said, and then I chuckled. \u201cAt least, for now. The challenge has been issued; I can but answer.\u201d
\nThe Council Mother looked from one to the other of us, and sighed. \u201cMen. So be it. What will be the method of the challenge? Another dance? I cannot see how either of you has the strength for that.\u201d
\nWe didn\u2019t. I looked at Ansheara and spread my hands, passing the choice back to him. Dance was my only true talent, but I was not worried. He would not issue a challenge that I had no hope of winning, for that would dishonor both of us. We had danced the seasons together and felt the Earth move us both. I trusted him.
\nHe saw this and blurted, a shade too eagerly to sound uncalculated, \u201cA different kind of dance, Council Mother. By your leave, I ask the right to demonstrate my worthiness as a husband to the women of my clan.\u201d
\nThere was a collective gasp. It was presumptuous in the extreme for any man to declare himself available for husbanding when his status was not yet secure. But that was irrelevant. I stared at him, too stricken to speak.
\nThe Council Mother was too, but she recovered faster. \u201cElan has also won honor today,\u201d she told Ansheara sternly. \u201cSuch demonstrations may be performed using unproven or low-status men, but to ask this of Elan \u2014\u201d
\n\u201cHe gave the choice of method to me, Council Mother,\u201d Ansheara said, affecting a humility that I knew full well he didn\u2019t feel.
\nI must have been mad to trust you! I thought at him. Let him read my fury in my face if he could not hear the thought. But perhaps he did hear it, for he abruptly grew serious and came over to me. He stopped, as close to me as he\u2019d stood the evening before. My family members were near enough to hear him, but no one else.
\n\u201cOur clans are in feud,\u201d he said softly. I stiffened, for I knew then what he meant by his outrageous request.
\nOur dance had been a promise that needed to be fulfilled. That was simply the way of things. We had felt the Earth\u2019s spirit in both of us. Under ordinary circumstances I would have invited him to my pavila that very night\u2026 but the feud made usual methods of fulfillment impossible. Once we left the proving ground, we would never dance together again, in this or any other way. We could share only enmity \u2014 and I would spend the rest of my life wondering what might have been.
\nFor the sake of my clan\u2019s honor, I could not refuse him. But as with the feud itself, honor was just an excuse.
\nSo I raised my voice, keeping my eyes on his. \u201cI accept this challenge,\u201d I told the Council Mother. Then, because I was Elan, I lifted my chin and added, \u201cI too have potential wives to impress.\u201d
\nThe crowd burst into an excited frenzy. Nothing like this had ever before happened in the history of any of the clans. The Mother conferred with the other councillors, then called for furs and rushes to be brought so that a bed could be made on the sand of the challenge square. Youths from a neutral clan were sent to find oils and other items that might be of use. While the preparations continued, Ansheara took my hand and led me toward the newly-made bed.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re afraid?\u201d he asked me, half-smiling.
\n\u201cOf course not,\u201d I snapped, though I pulled my hand from his so he would not notice its tremor. \u201cI played this game as a boy.\u201d
\n\u201cI too, but never in front of so many. And I have never been judged on my performance.\u201d He grimaced.
\n\u201cYou chose this challenge.\u201d
\n\u201cYou accepted it.\u201d
\nI glanced at him sidelong; he smirked. I hated and desired him so much that I thought I might go mad.
\n\u201cSo be it,\u201d I said, stopping beside the bed. The boys had finished bringing their offerings; an array of flasks and ceramic implements sat beside the furs. The crowd hushed around us; I tuned them out. \u201cThis is still a contest, Ketuyae. I mean to win it.\u201d
\n\u201cIf you can, Cloudweaver,\u201d he whispered, and came for me.
\nThis dance was his to lead; we both felt that instinctively. That was fine by me. The contest would be decided not by who put what in whom, but by who yielded first to the pleasure of it. I sidestepped as he approached and we circled one another, measuring. The sweat from our prior dance had not yet dried. I could smell him, like loam and dry grass from the plains. And lust too; that scent was easy to recognize. I had only to compare it to my own.
\n\u201cI saw you and thought of night orchids,\u201d he said.
\n\u201cI\u2019ve heard better flattery from virgins,\u201d I replied.
\nHe reached for me, hooking me around the waist and drawing me against him. \u201cBut night-orchid seeds are delicious,\u201d he breathed, and then he kissed me.
\nI expected him to try and overpower me, but instead he was gentle, exploratory, tasting my lips with the appearance of great care. Testing my defenses. When I did not react (beyond lifting an eyebrow), he moved his lips over my chin, along my jawline, and up to brush the lobe of my ear. I smiled and bent my head back to allow access. Let him think he was making progress. In the meantime I took the opportunity to slide my hands over his back, which I had secretly yearned to do since our dance. As he licked about the leather collar on my throat \u2014 which I will admit sent a small shiver through me \u2014 I followed his tattoos down, sliding my hands under his heavy loindrape to explore his solid dancer\u2019s buttocks. He wore no breechclout underneath, and his pants had neither seat nor crotch.
\nHe chuckled against my collarbone when I paused in surprise. \u201cOn the plains one must do certain things quickly.\u201d
\nNo wonder he\u2019d been so shocked to see me wearing only a tunic the night before. \u201cIn the forests,\u201d I whispered into his ear, \u201cwe believe in doing them well<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

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