David Zinke aka ZINK
Bio
I'm 72, a single gay man in Tucson AZ. I am an actor, director, and singer. I love writing fiction and dabble in Erotic Gay fiction too. I am Secretary of Old Pueblo Playwrights I also volunteer with Southern Arizona Animal food Bank.
Stories (30/0)
Happy Father's Day, Dad
Happy Father’s Day, Dad Jason and I have been together for nearly a dozen years. We married in 2016. Shortly after the Supreme Court ruling in Obergefell v. Hodges made it legal for same-sex couples to do so. It would be cliché to say we have enjoyed wedded bliss since then but, for all intents and purposes, we have. Our first six years were a bit rocky, but I thought we had worked out all the glitches by the time we exchanged vows. Jasons recent revelation about a time in his past has sent me into a tailspin. I’m not sure what to do, what can be done. It’s all so shocking and uncharacteristic of him.
By David Zinke aka ZINKabout a year ago in Pride
SEED
SEED by Zink
By David Zinke aka ZINKabout a year ago in Fiction
Who Said That?
Who Said That? by Zink The energy wave was first detected as it entered our solar system in October of last year. Astronomers determined it originated at the center of the known Universe and seemed to be radiating outward in all directions faster than the speed of light. They calculated the wave would engulf Earth on it’s way to the outer edges of that Universe in March.
By David Zinke aka ZINKabout a year ago in Earth
Who Said That?
Who Said That? The energy wave was first detected as it entered our solar system in October of last year. Astronomers determined it originated at the center of the known Universe and seemed to be radiating outward in all directions faster than the speed of light. They calculated the wave would engulf Earth on it’s way to the outer edges of that Universe on March 22, 2023.
By David Zinke aka ZINKabout a year ago in Fiction
REJUVENATION
Rejuvenation - Time Travelers All by Zynx The old man slept fitfully, tossing, and turning, nearly feverish, while outside a hundred-year storm raged. Palpable energy whipped ancient trees outside his apartment with such force they appeared bent over, touching the ground whenever flashes of lightning preceded inevitable thunderclaps. Sleet fell almost sideways, crashing into his bedroom windows, creating constant white noise which did little to muffle his nocturnal moaning and other exclamations of distress, of fear, of mem0ry.
By David Zinke aka ZINKabout a year ago in Humans
I Am Wall
"I Am Wall" by David Zinke Hello there. Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you. It’s finally happened. After centuries of built in silence, I have a voice, an actual voice. Over here. Don’t tell me you can’t see me. Oh, come on. How many times have you said it yourself, huh? “If only walls could talk.” I can talk. It’s me. Over here. That’s right, the wall, buddy. This wall can talk.
By David Zinke aka ZINKabout a year ago in Fiction
The Tiller Twins
The Tiller twins, Tigger and Tagger, (not their given names) lived in South Crest, on the rich side of town. They were handsome boys, full of spit and vinegar; totally made of sticks and snails and puppy dog tails. With their curly black hair, smile dimples on each cheek, and perfect teeth; some people considered them beautiful, even pretty. By some people I mean me. Woof. Talk about two peas in a pod. Those boys were so identical, even their father had trouble knowing which son he was talking to at any given time, a fact they delighted in compounding. They would often assume the other’s mannerisms, or idiosyncrasies if you will. Teachers were through trying to know which was which by the time they were in seventh grade. They just called out Tiller! Both would respond. Somehow, I never had a problem knowing Tigger from Tagger, especially when they smiled. I could sense they each had a certain unmistakable vibe. They were impressed by that. We became good friends.
By David Zinke aka ZINKabout a year ago in Filthy
The Ice Break Raffle
The Ice Break Raffle I was born and grew to adulthood in the Midwest; South-Central Wisconsin to be exact; Wisconsin Dells, to be precise. “The Dells”, of my youth, was fondly referred to as a “tourist trap” by locals and as a “vacation destination” by travel agents world-wide. In the middle of the twentieth century, the 50’s, Wisconsin Dells claims to fame were scenic views of sandstone rock formations adorning the banks of the Wisconsin River.
By David Zinke aka ZINK3 years ago in Fiction