Whoa.
I was reading over some lady’s shoulder on the train this morning—it was a Kindle—because I’m always sort of curious what people actually do with those things. It was a romance novel where the characters were supposed to be British, I guess, and it was funny for a while. (“I like it when Clark holds me close and all the blokes look jealous.” “On my way to the loo, Clark grabbed me and kissed me madly. We ended up on the floor and I was late to tea.”)
After a while, I stopped paying attention. Good luck with your escapism, lady. A few minutes later, I happened to glance back and OH MY GOD IT’S A GAY SEX SCENE.
The protagonist of this novel, who I assumed to be a woman, was actually a man (“Clark grabbed my cock firmly as I held his”). There was a whole paragraph about trading rim jobs and then another about the smell of lube (!).
Basically, I just want to know—what the fuck? I guess that’s the idea behind slash fiction but this seemed way more intense! Help?
