Friday, December 4, 2009
# 1 on my holiday reading list...
The Creamsickle By Rhiannon Argo.
"Everyone calls our house "The Creamsickle" because it looks like an orange Popsicle that has been dropped in the dirt a few times, since it's painted a splotchy orange with a white trim that's splattered with pigeon shit. Cruzer likes to also insist that the house especially deserves the cream part of the name because of its long-standing reputation as a queer bachelor pad. The house had been passed around and handed down like a good dirty joke, revolutionaries trampled its floors for twenty years, a slew of hippy fags and fairies lived there in the late eighties, and the grunge lesbians overran it all through the nineties."