A Scene & Notes From Kamala’s Novel Zigzags
I’m sharing part of a scene from the book that captures the essence of why I love to write fiction: so I can write the fantasy dates with girls I adore, whether or not they happened quite that way.
I’m sharing part of a scene from the book that captures the essence of why I love to write fiction: so I can write the fantasy dates with girls I adore, whether or not they happened quite that way.
When you slide in, the girls unnestle and immediately home in on your navel. They lick their lips and lunge forward. One digs in with both sets of claws.
The first time I encountered a book with queer characters must have been James Baldwin’s Giovanni’s Room. At the time I remember feeling afraid of its intensity. Now it’s one of my most returned-to books along with Lydia Davis’ The End of the Story.
First I became a cloud-woman. Min had always liked watching them as a child, one of her only good memories from that period. I lifted up my skirts, let her lap up my water. Her mouth was covered in dew when I kissed her.
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The latest installment in the All Out Vancouver series brings back all our favorite characters — and some heavy themes.
She looked me up and down and told me I had magnificent hair. So I told her she had a beautiful tail. She told me she liked my scar. I told her I liked her, and would she like to have dinner with me sometime? “Yesss,” she replied. The following evening she came to my apartment and I fed her five different homemade soups.
“And how is it that no one texted me that Nicki Minaj was in my hotel wearing denim cutoffs, 7″ black Louboutins, and a cutoff tank with my face on it? I’mma fire everyone on my security team.”
“Wildly, the girls locked to each other. Their bodies were gleaming now with sweat. Lip to lip, breast to breast, thigh to slippery thigh, they heaved and gyrated, ecstasy rising like a lava wave.”
“Blaze squinted in the mirror and pushed her hair left, then right, then left, then right, then left, then right, then righter, then really left, then up a little, then all the way down […]”
“Of course I’ve heard of Smith! Are you fucking kidding me? Every lesbian has heard of Smith. It’s fucking Lesbian Hogwarts. God. They’re all there, with their hair always on point, studying sociology, and the leaves are yellow and filtering sunlight through them because it’s always autumn there because autumn is beautiful and the whole continent has conspired to make that place beautiful and lovely and gay. Gay as fuck.”
“The night was deep and dark over Ellen DeGeneres’ Burbank mansion. Inside her mahogany themed living room, Ellen sat in a velvet high back chair and quietly sipped whisky out of a crystal glass.”
For the second week in a row, The Walking Dead has delivered us some queer lady goodness. Let’s relive those moments now.
Let’s all hope and pray that this Tara has better luck than her predecessors.
Canary, a debut collection of queerish short stories from Nancy Jo Cullen, is all about the everyday. And the weird.
Making sense of a new study that says we don’t like our books to have “mood words” anymore, except for scary ones.
“This book is a queer anthem. It flashes bright neon lights and blows out plumes of dirty glitter.”
Leslie’s stories speak to my top interests in life: gay women, the environment, and Canada.
What if the nerdy bookstore owner from “Better Than Chocolate” wrote a book of her own? Oh, wait, she DID!
Unfortunate representation of queer communities may piss us off but it doesn’t mean it won’t help in some wacked out way. Just look at lesbian pulp fiction novels.
This book is the most awesome book I have read in a really long time and you should read it too. Immediately.