You put me to shame with this reading list. Since the start of the pandemic, I've been obsessed with cheesy gay male romance novels. (I had no idea such a thing even existed before.) Right now I have to get back to finding out when — not whether, of course — the NYPD detective and the FBI special agent will accept their love for each other while on assignment to hunt down the so-monikered Twelve Days of Christmas Killer together. I am so shallow, hah!
You put me to shame with this reading list. Since the start of the pandemic, I've been obsessed with cheesy gay male romance novels. (I had no idea such a thing even existed before.) Right now I have to get back to finding out when — not whether, of course — the NYPD detective and the FBI special agent will accept their love for each other while on assignment to hunt down the so-monikered Twelve Days of Christmas Killer together. I am so shallow, hah!
Ha! That's wonderful. Remember that doc about lesbian pulp and what it meant to women in 60s and 70s? I wonder if gay pulp played a similar role.