Title: Gays of Our Lives (Queers of La Vista)
Author Name & Publisher: Kris Ripper (Riptide Publishing)
Publication Date & Length: July 11, 2016 – 226 pgs
Emerson Robinette only leaves his apartment to get laid and go to work. Having MS—and trying to pretend he doesn’t—makes everything more complicated, especially his fantasies of coming on strong and holding a guy down. Finding a partner who’ll explore that with him isn’t Emerson’s idea of a realistic goal.
Until a chance meeting with a hipster on a bus makes him reconsider. Obie is happy, open-hearted, and warm; what’s more, he gets his kicks being physically dominated, spanked, and teased until he’s begging. It would be perfect, except for one thing: Emerson isn’t made for happiness, and he doesn’t see how a guy like Obie would settle for a cynic like him.
But as far as Obie’s concerned, the only thing keeping them apart is Emerson. Can Emerson handle a boyfriend who’s more invested in his future than he is? Emerson’s barely convinced he has a future. But when Obie’s smiling at him, anything seems possible.
I honestly don’t know how to rate this book. At times I hated it because all Emerson did was whine and complain and it drove me nuts! Obie was such a sweet guy, you couldn’t help but love him and want him happy. I didn’t really even start to like Emerson until almost 75% into the book when he finally toned down the complaining. Emerson was great with Dred and getting her to the hospital and handling the situation. I thought the chemistry was great between Obie and Emerson and the students in Emerson’s class were great secondary characters.
Kris Ripper lives in the great state of California and hails from the San Francisco Bay Area. Kris shares a converted garage with a toddler, can do two pull-ups in a row, and can write backwards. (No, really.) Kris is genderqueer and has no pronoun preference, but the z-based pronouns are freaking sweet. Ze has been writing fiction since ze learned how to write and boring zir stuffed animals with stories long before that.
Okay, that’s the official bio. Here’s the rambling.
There’s this Dorothy Allison line I love, about why she writes fiction. “The world I love is not on the page.” (From “Notes to a Young Feminist.”) The second I read that, my writing life came into sharper focus.
I write to see my world on the page. I don’t see cisgender men I can relate to, or feminists who struggle with privilege. I don’t see happily ever afters that include that sweet young man who occasionally plays third, even though he has a girlfriend (and sometimes she watches). I don’t see enough BDSM that includes laughter and I don’t see enough romance or erotica that includes folks pushing the boundaries of binary gender. I don’t see delightful cisgender people who have sex with people whose tabs and slots fit in just where James Dobson wants them–and are queer all the same.
So that’s what I write. I write characters who love lousy take-away and football. I write characters who love ropes, or whips, or kneeling at the feet of someone they trust. I write smut, and romance, and erotica with barely any touching. I write poly kinky committed non-monogamous queer people. And everyone else. Because that’s the world I know, that’s the world I live in, and it’s fecking fantastic.
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