no of deaths due to AIDS.

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7/7

white powder to sleep with him (I’m sure he would say “sleep with” too). I don’t know if I can finish it. But it did make me grateful to all the queer writers and folks of color who survived Reaganism, AIDS and the gentrification of all the neighborhoods with the highest
5/7

like them, just moved from Iowa two weeks ago. The book is set in pre-Giuliani New York. There are no queer people, no Black people, no Latinos, no artists. Just a white guy whose mom died snorting white powder and whining about the difficulty of getting women who also snort
4/7

the narrator’s comments—he mocks a bald woman with a tattoo on her head — are so banal and suburban that I was reminded of the hipsters of McKeeven lofts 2006 who were constantly calling 311 about noise complaints while mansplaining “life in New York” to anyone who,
3/7

At a certain point — about 10 pages in — I found the second voice induced a sense of claustrophobia in me. Second voice is always a risk; it coerces an identification with the narrator while third/first person certainly doesn’t even require it. And in this book,
2/7

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4/4

That’s how I became the boy who wouldn’t save a friend. That’s how I became the boy who couldn’t love the girl.

From Imperial Bedrooms by Brett Easton Ellis
3/4

and dazed narrator, incapable of love or kindness. That’s how I became the damaged party boy who wandered through the wreckage, blood streaming from his nose, asking questions that never required answers. That’s how I became the boy who never understood how anything worked.
2/4

One of the best covers of all time tbh #teganandsara #gay

From Writing in the Age of Silence by Sara Paretsky

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3/3

With no one to talk to, no one to enter into their concerns or understand their needs, they often became psychotic. In fact, during that period, there was something of an epidemic of farmwomen burning their own homes, often killing husbands, children and themselves in the process.
2/3