Rainbow Ink

Bisexuality seems to still be difficult to portray correctly in novels, it has such a stigma attached to it. In fiction as in real life, a bi person in a hetero relationship might seem straight and a bi person in a gay relationship might seem gay/lesbian. And then there’s the struggle of an author with a bi protagonist correctly portraying how the character is attracted to different genders, but that doesn’t mean they’re attracted to *everyone*. Jeez, let people have types.

As a bi person, I feel that we have privileges that gay and lesbians don’t in that we’re able to pass as straight for longer and possibility of finding love without coming out. At the same time I think it’s more confusing to discover your sexuality because it’s of that stigma attached to it. Hopefully books can help portray bisexuality more honestly and true!

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Evelyn Hugo in The Seven…

Playtime is a collection of poems about men’s relationships with their own bodies and with the bodies of others. Sometimes it’s warm, sometimes it’s a bit cold and clammy. There’s a delicate, awkward ambivalence in the poems’ intimacies – toward the self and the unwashed socks of its incarnation. The collection is both restrained and explicit; about sexuality but not sexual, intimate but not erotic, homosexual with occasional homosex but as often alone in the universal leftovers of the body. The poems are necessarily both modest and immodest, modest because they are shared, shared because they disclose the universality of being living flesh (for those who are bodied in any way, of whatever gender).

Sometimes you can smell the poems on the page, sometimes the feeling is voyeuristic and awkward and yet, at the same time, they make something sacred of a wank in a tent, reminding the reader that…