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A review by toadsdrool
Dykette by Jenny Fran Davis
5.0
Absolutely a ride from start to finish. I can see myself so vividly in Sasha, but hints of Jesse peek at me from here and there. I think a lot of people reject this book because it is different from what they expect and unabashedly vain and shallow— something everyone can be but few can admit.
I loathe artsy gays who think that they can do whatever they want in the name of art, just like I hate myself for feeling like a precious diamond, when I’m just another flawed human, like the “artsy demonic gays” who wave their banners of “not owing anybody anything.”
Sometimes I remember that my one and only infraction in school was for gossip, and I mourn my girlhood like I would a moth consumed by lame.
I loathe artsy gays who think that they can do whatever they want in the name of art, just like I hate myself for feeling like a precious diamond, when I’m just another flawed human, like the “artsy demonic gays” who wave their banners of “not owing anybody anything.”
Sometimes I remember that my one and only infraction in school was for gossip, and I mourn my girlhood like I would a moth consumed by lame.