Review: Fog, Jeff Mann

Jeff Mann, Fog. In yet another example of the universe having a plan for things, I came to Fog through a circuitous route. I had purchased and read Jeff Mann’s poetry collection, Bones Washed With Wine, years ago when I was in a particular theme of poetry by gay writers who didn’t shy away fromContinue reading “Review: Fog, Jeff Mann”

Don’t Fuck Over The Gays For A Plot

Now, I have a lot of strong opinions regarding the differences in the experience as a gay man reading M/M romance written by a straight woman versus a gay man, and I am planning an in-depth post on that when I have the time and wherewithal to articulate myself sufficiently mindfully. But I am compelledContinue reading “Don’t Fuck Over The Gays For A Plot”