With her new book Carrie Carolyn Coco: My Friend, Her Murder, and an Obsession with the Unthinkable, Sarah Gerard forces us to reckon with ourselves and how we approach the world around us.
“I think the fewer examples there are of fat people or people writing about fatness, the more we expect from individuals, when fatphobia is a systemic problem. What I really want to see is just all of the stories.”
Growing up in a Missouri trailer park, Chappell has been outspoken about the Midwest as a center of cultural revolution.
As usual, all genres are represented, but there’s a surprising amount of creepy reads in the thriller/horror realm coming out the rest of summer.
Check out the first chapter of On Her Terms, a sapphic rom-com with a fake relationship plot.
Annie Hamilton befriends Tavi Gevinson and gets unhinged about it, the future of streaming, literary it-girls, MTV’s “The Real World,” Colleen Hoover has writer’s block, Kindbody sucks, a really funny piece about a “Conversational AI” conference and so much more!
From Sappho’s violets to monocles to bandanas in your back pocket, queer women have long used fashion as a signal to find their community.
Like many young Black people in the United States, I was raised in the church.
Tina Horn’s new book will challenge some of your problematic notions no matter how confident you are in your sex positivity.
For fans of second-chance romance, friends to lovers, and ‘celebrity falls for regular person’ tropes.
Hot fresh reads for a hot bookish Pride month!
It’s a fascinating and, oftentimes, frustrating exploration of how we got to where we are in both the sports and gender debate and the limitation of trans rights in general.
Browse our curated list of books by LGBTQ authors and receive a discount on books purchased through Bookshop all Pride month long!
Talking to Swan Huntley about her new queer thriller “I Want You More,” building a writing career, whether she takes her own advice, the endless internal void, loving food shows despite not being a cook.
I hope this means there will be more trad pubs looking to publish Black sapphic stories, because my bookshelf is ready.
I was 22 years old when I donated my eggs anonymously at a fertility clinic in New York City.
It’s about seeing through images and seeing through words. It’s also a love story, about falling for the way another person sees the world, the magic of realizing someone sees in a way that is different than you yet insistently compatible.
“I have problematic fantasies about being closeted in the 50s and just like having ‘a friend.'”
Our stories don’t have to end where they start if we stay open to the potential around us.
We Were the Universe eschews the conventional grief novel in its horniness, the conventional motherhood novel in its queerness, and even the conventional sex novel in its emphasis on fantasy over reality.