April 15, 2015
Although spring has only just begun, where will you end up this summer?
The Rubyfruit Jungle?
The Whistle Stop Café?
In deep waters where you can hear the mermaids singing?
If you're undecided, imagine how Bernadette, a gal who puts the "boi" in boisterous, feels when her homebody girlfriend Fallon suggests they go anywhere and everywhere - by reading the rainbow of literature at the library.
But, as Bernadette points out in my short story "The Boi Who Cried Woolf," books are transportable in more ways than one. For example, the anthology in which said story will appear, Summer Love: Stories of Lesbian Holiday Romance, will be available in e-book as well as paperback.
The same goes for Forbidden Fruit: Stories of Unwise Lesbian Desire, which, like Summer Love, is published by the desirably dykey Ladylit. Wisely, Forbidden Fruit has been nominated for a Lambda Literary Award for Lesbian Erotica and is also a Golden Crown Literary Society Goldie Finalist. It is a privilege to be a blueberry in that peach of a fruit salad, just as it is a privilege to be a boi-senberry on that newly-planted bush.
I'll keep you abreast of the summer plans of Fallon and Bernadette, those lazy-hazy-crazy gays of summer. Perhaps they'll take a page from the Sex book of Madonna: "If we take a holiday, everything will be okay..."
Right idea, girl, but next time, write to please and get the gender right too, please.
Curiouser and curiouser,