June 2023 Book Club Picks
Outlaw Marriages: The Hidden History of Fifteen Extraordinary Same-Sex Couples - Rodger Streitmatter: One of the most popular (and irritating) things LGBT people hear from scared reactionaries is "This is a recent trend that kids learn about on tiktok! There are no LGBT people in history." Rodger Streitmatter sets out to prove that assertion wrong by showcasing fifteen same-sex couples that were, for all intents and purposes, close enough to be considered married, from grandfather of American poetry Walt Whitman to glamorous actress Greta Garbo to social reformist Jane Addams.
The Trauma Cleaner: One Woman's Extraordinary Life in Death, Decay, and Disaster by Sarah Krasnostein: Husband, father, drag queen, sex worker, wife - Sandra Pankhurst was all of these things over the course of her life. By the time Sarah Krasnostein met her, Sandra had made a business out of handling trauma. In the filthy homes of hoarders and the lonely flats of overdose deaths, Sandra sashays in with a kind word and an understanding air to help people clean up when life becomes overwhelming. As Krasnostein explores Sandra's life leading up to the founding of her business, we learn what Sandra had to go through to become the Trauma Cleaner.
Afterlife: Steven, Sonny, and Del are "widows" - all three met in the hospital when their lovers died within a week of each other from AIDS complications. Through potluck dinners and emotional phone calls, they've tried to help each other pick up the pieces and move on, but things are quickly changing, and not entirely for the better. Del has turned to political activism to distract himself from his anger and pain. Sonny indulges in shallow hook-ups and new-age spirituality to find something to numb himself. And Steven is running himself ragged to take care of everyone but himself. When another friend falls ill, all three must make decisions that may effect the course of their entire lives and the future of their friendship.
I'm Afraid of Men by Vivek Shraya: Vivek Shraya has reason to be afraid. The world of the masculine has never been much to her but cruel and aggressive, forcing her to perform at masculinity to get out of her childhood alive. Even as an adult, that fear haunts her, forcing her to make compromises to steel herself against heartbreak, threats, and her own mental health.
Foolish Hearts by Emma Mills: Claudia didn't mean to eavesdrop on the breakup of power couple Paige and Iris. All she wanted to do was use the bathroom. But now Claudia is on the wrong side of prickly Iris's temper, and will do anything to make amends. Unfortunately for Claudia, that means being thrown into a production of A Midsummer Night's Dream against her will. But all that changes when she meets the goofiest, most charming boy she's ever known and she starts to legitimately bond with Iris.
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claudiagideon quotes from foolish hearts
“Have fun, okay?”
Gideon takes my hand. “We will,” he says, and we leave the kitchen.
I look down at our clasped hands in the hall, and Gideon hesitates, loosening his grip as if to let go.
“Is this okay?”
I give his hand a squeeze. “Only because it’s Saturday.”
“Does that make a difference?”
“Yeah, I mean, hand-holding on a Tuesday is pretty risqué.”
His lips quirk. “It’s also a quarter moon, you know.”
“What happens on the quarter moon?”
“I turn into a quarter werewolf.”
I grin”
“Then he looks at me hesitantly. “Want to dance?”
“What have we been doing for the last hour?”
“I meant, like, with me.”
“Who have I been dancing with all this time? Did someone get a face transplant with your face?”
He grins. “You know what I’m saying.”
“Thanks for coming with me tonight.” His mouth is still close to my ear. “I really, um.” He pulls back the slightest bit, looks at me for a second. “I really like it when we hang out.”
“Me too.”
“Sometimes … around some people, I feel like I have to, like … try, you know? Like really hard.” His hands tighten a bit on my waist. “But with you—when I’m with you, I can just … exist. You know what I mean?”
His expression is open, his eyes serious.
I know exactly what he means.
I nod.”
“Is this a date?” I say.
He blinks, extending the coat toward me, but I don’t take it. “I mean, it’s a … it’s a dance date. Not like a … date date. But still kind of a date?” There is a hopeful upward inflection at the end of that sentence. “I was actually … I sort of wanted to ask you about that.”
“About what?”
“Maybe you and me could … maybe we could go on a date. A real one. Maybe we could be, like. Dating.”
“I’m meant to say something. I’m supposed to respond.
I like you, you majestic space prince.
How hard would it be to say that? It’s the truth. How hard would it be to close the distance between us? Thread my fingers through his hair, thumb the corners of his jaw, kiss him right.”
“On-screen, avatar Gideon Prewitt walks right up to Viola. And it’s so stupid, I’m so stupid, but I wish he was here, I wish it was real. I wish I could bury my face in his neck. I want it so bad my fingers twitch on the controller, straining not to make my stupid game character hug his stupid game character so at least some facsimile of it can exist.”
“Out of the corner of my eye I see Gideon glance over at me. And then he looks straight ahead again, but he rests one hand on the console between our seats, palm up. Like an invitation. Like I could take it if I wanted.
I don’t hesitate.”
“Gideon looks at you like you fucking hung the moon”
“Seemed important to you, and … I mean, this is it, right?”
This is it.
I nod. Take the barrette and put it in my pocket. And then I take his hand, rest it against my cheek, and turn my head to press my lips against his palm.
He just stares.
“What are you doing?” he says.
I loosen my grip, embarrassed suddenly. “Is it—do you not want—”
“No, I want,” he says quickly, moving closer. “I want.”
Me too is what I should say. Me too, ME TOO, but words don’t come out, I just look up at Gideon’s face, at the smile blooming there, with his unfathomable dimples and his eyes that you need GoogleMaps to find your way out of, warm and bright and shining.”
“but he looks at me and there’s barely any space between us now. “So you do … like me like that?”
“Yes.”
“So if I kissed you…”
“Yes.”
One corner of his mouth ticks up, the dimple reappearing. “I should probably … do that, then.”
“Or we could keep talking about it.”
He grins full-out now, and then we kiss.”
“When we finally separate again, I rest my forehead against Gideon’s.
“You know what?”
“Hm?” He sounds a little dazed.
“That had everything on my must-have list,” I say, and then drop down to a whisper: “Luxury. Affordable. Industry standard.”
Gideon lets out an unholy snort, and I dissolve into giggles. I bury my face in the crook of his neck, and we both laugh, holding each other tight.”
“Not just the kiss in the hall outside the auditorium, but the ones in the parking lot afterward and at the cast party and on the street outside after the cast party. Gideon with his cheeks flushed and his eyes bright, close enough that he was blurry, saying I like you, you know. Like so much, so much, so much—each one punctuated by a kiss to a different place.”
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