Turbodyke Fiction & Romance

  Har har, what an arsey title. Also, content warning sexual harassment, etc in Hollywood. I picked up Something to Talk About by Meryl Wilsner absolutely ages ago because A) I'm gay, of course, and B) I'm weak for an age gap, at least in which both participants are legal age consenting adults. It’s a lesbian stereotype, and one that I fall into enthusiastically alongside the cohabiting-weakness that is the u-haul. So, I am a simple woman; I see a gay age gap, I go for it. Consider this your call-outs, Melissa Tereze and Harper Bliss! Heroes, both! Let’s start with the characters. I usually like to do that, because I find romance is character-centric, unsurprisingly, and I like character development. It’s not that I don’t enjoy a well-told plot, but I read romance for the people first and foremost. You could almost consider this as much a character analysis blog as anything. At first blush, I liked our leads, Jo "Jones" Cheung and Emma Kaplan. Respectiv

Finally, demon sex. Truly, Mock 2: The Speed of Stupid has prepared me for this moment. I wonder if whoever named that first level had this in mind? Monster Fucker as a series is not at all chronological at this point. I found At The Crossroads here by simply looking up “lesbian monster romance” on various search engines. Suzanne Clay caught my eye(via their second monster romance novella) because, well, they write queer monster lovin’. Surprisingly enough though, this one can’t be called a sapphic romance per se, as there’s an agender character involved! Not our lead lady, though. Annabel is pretty tame as far as the genre goes, just your regular average twenty-something, presumably-white woman new to the whole paganism thing after decrying the church as cringe, which is right-on because fuck the church. She also has a crush on her straight roommate Kat, and I sighed when I read that. Is this gonna be a shifter toaster oven kinda joint? Kat’s coming off of a bad relat

I had some other plans for the blog, and I still do, but right now I absolutely must discuss this. You don’t understand; Swamp Pussy! And now that I really have your attention, we can discuss about it! I’ve been on a fun little monster romance kick lately, which is nice because it makes me happy. I like that. She Came From The Swamp is, of course, an example of the somewhat rare lesbian variant of the extremely venerable monster romance genre. I’m not entirely sure if het(and generally wlm) women are somehow more susceptible to the charms of the inhuman, but there are too few examples of Sapphic monstrosities finding lifelong love. So, here is one. The monster du jour is a kikimora, which comes from Russian folklore(according to Wikipedia, but the text says that she’s Ukranian) and is mostly seen depicted as somewhere between a witch and a scarecrow, with a plague mask on. In author Darva Green’s magical-realism world, though, a kikimora is a seven-foot-tall sw

This is going to be as much a character study/gushing session as it is a review, just so you know. I fucking LOVE Delilah Green. Both the book and its eponymous lead, but much has been written about the story itself already, so I figured I’d shift focus to everyone’s(read: my) favourite fictional homosexual lady. I think the best way to introduce her is the way the book does, and its intro is kind of a masterwork of introductions. It’s a by-the-books(ha!) how-to-do-it example, really. First off, it has lesbianism. Delilah wakes up blearily in the night next to a beautiful woman whose name escapes her, but Delilah knows she gives really, really good oral. Right off the bat we know that Delilah is a sapphic queen and she gets it when she wants it, idly engaging in a series of hot one-night stands. It’s not implied that she’s lonely or doing it to cope or anything, she just likes fucking hot women. Score one. Then, her phone rings. On the other end of th

Hello! I have a backlog of a few reviews that I’ll be trickling out so that anyone reading this can get a sense for my style and sassy opinions, because I’m whacky like that. A lot of them are negative, though, so I’ll sprinkle some good stuff in there along the way. A theme of my reading lately is that I lose track of where I get my sapphic lit from. Understand, I was raised on the zoomer(though I’m not really one) regimen of 4kids localized anime – Pokemon to One Piece and then Naruto, Zatch Bell and such. Then I got into US Shonen Jump/Advanced and also Shojo Beat. In effect, school book orders made me a weeaboo as a child. Scary, I know! When I became the gay and started seeking out queer fiction... well, I stumbled into Topside Press and others, which in ways was a mistake. But I ALSO read a lot of yuri. Yes, I’m not very happy about it because I saw too much of awkward school children failing to communicate. I like a slow burn, but stuff like Bloom Into You, Milk

 How did you do that? Anyways, this page is primarily for queer(mostly sapphic) romance but will sometimes cover any other old gay stuff, just for fun. Why a blog and not Goodreads? Do I feel self-important? Not really, I just like this more as an outlet. Expect gay.