Nicola Griffith’s Spear Is a Gender-Bending, Queer Arthurian Adventure
There’s magic! There’s sword fights! It’s Mulan meets Merlin with a healthy helping of sapphic romance.
There’s magic! There’s sword fights! It’s Mulan meets Merlin with a healthy helping of sapphic romance.
You don’t have to look very closely to see that shame is one of the foremost organizing principles of our society.
The chaotic art school tale is a confident debut from Antonia Angress.
Our Wives Under The Sea is queer horror at its finest.
In last year’s Like Other Girls, Britta Lundin creates a heartwarming depiction of queer mentorship and intergenerational queer friendship.
Set in 1971, Vera Kelly: Lost and Found takes the series’ titular P.I. from post-Stonewall NYC to the sprawling land of Southern California, where she must solve her most personal case ever: the disappearance of her girlfriend.
The queer baking romance has Tulsa at its core.
Queerness doesn’t have to be a burden. That’s what I wish I could tell my younger, lonely, and confused self.
Over the course of these ten essays, Raquel Gutiérrez skillfully maps the realities, struggles, and joys of queer, Latinx, artistic life in the Southwest U.S.
The friendship central to You Made a Fool of Death with Your Beauty is as important as the romance.
Yerba Buena accomplishes in one novel what Sally Rooney attempted in three. And I say this as an on-the-record devoted Rooney Tune!
I didn’t know this book at all until a few months ago. I borrowed it thinking it’d be hilarious to read in public spaces and have people give me questionable stares. That mentality was replaced by the desire to build bridges.
In resisting the tidiness of a happy ending, Conklin demonstrates something profound and important that made me cry at several of these stories.
The new novel takes classic fairytales and a Bachelor-like reality show and twines them into a fresh tale of wronged women.
Exalted — a riotous new novel from Anna Dorn — is exquisite chaos.
This is a book to be read and re-read, like all true stories.
Lately I’ve been thinking about the concept of “straight time” — the way a life unfolds, or is expected to unfold, within heteronormative frameworks.
It’s so hard to have a body. Isn’t it?
The poetry collection is quite a refreshing portrayal of Midwestern teenage girlhood — more focused on exploring the messiness of truth than pleasantries.
Solo Dance has no illusions that in the present day, the implicit and explicit violence of homophobia still leaves lasting scars on young queer people.