Late to the Party? A Male/Male Confession
By Alexa Day
Today we at Lady Smut are kicking off our Male/Male Theme Week to celebrate the release of C. Margery Kempe’s Man City: Martin. The trouble is that I haven’t really read any male/male romance. Near-complete ignorance of a subject does not typically prevent me from writing about it, but today I’ve decided to approach things with a touch of discretion.
The truth is that I don’t really have a reason for neglecting male/male books. Sure, there are the deadlines hovering over me like a little raincloud that produces everything but words. I haven’t really read as much of anything as I’d like lately. That’s more of an excuse than a reason, though, and it’s a shameful excuse at that.
Heaven knows there are whole genres that I consciously avoid. The picket-fence-and-pregnancy happy endings of so many sweet romances do nothing for me. Innocent heroines are a real turn-off for me, too. And while I’m really excited about the newer crowd of urban romances, I don’t feel any desire to read one of them myself. But male/male isn’t just a rapidly growing subgenre of erotic romance any more. It’s everywhere romance is, except possibly inspirationals. (In fairness, though, there aren’t even Catholics in inspirationals.) If I had applied myself, I’d probably have found many a male/male romance to check all my bow-chicka-boxes.
I’m not all that concerned about the absence of women from the driving action of the typical male/male story. I spent a lot of my early days in romance identifying with characters who didn’t look like me, only to find that they were more like me than I gave them credit for. Even if that never happens, there’s something exciting, something thoroughly engrossing about the experience of reading about people who are altogether unlike me.
At any rate, Martin from the latest of the Man City books sounds like exactly the sort of person I identify with. I’ve been the single person invited to join good friends during the Merry Season. After that our paths diverge … but it sounds like Martin’s hot friends, Scott and James, are going to make his spirits bright in exactly the way I like to hear about. There’s a story I can get behind. And next to. And in front of. I might be late to the world of male/male romance, but Terra Incognita looks pretty good from here!
Stick with Lady Smut, neighbors. We’ll show you all sorts of things.