The latest issue of Icarus is probably the best one I've read yet. The quarterly publication's tagline, "The Magazine of Gay Speculative Fiction," tells you just how specific a reading (and, of course, a writing) niche can become. Even within that seemingly narrow range, though, there's a lot of ground to cover. My favorites in this issue have to be "The Shapes of Shadows," by Sunny Moraine, about an archeologist encountering an alien artifact on a distant planet and how it conveys its eons-old message, and "Lonesome Road," by Matthew Cheney, about two people and an old, ghostly recording, with an unexpected—and unsettling—ending.
I've been a fan of science fiction and speculative fiction since I can first remember. Some of the first books I picked up on my own were by Heinlein and Asimov and Herbert. Even moreso, there's something—not comforting, necessarily, but maybe affirming? I'm not sure what the right word is—when you see a character in fiction in which you recognize some essential aspect of yourself, especially when it's so often ignored or dismissed elsewhere.
It's worth checking out.