Wednesday, September 26, 2012


The first book I read by Rob Rosen was Divas Las Vegas and love, loved, loved it ! Like Divas Las Vegas, the theme in Sparkle is friendship. That special friendship that can only exist between two gay guys that aren’t into each other sexually (well, maybe just a little bit) or maybe they did go there once but decided they’d be better off as “sisters”.

If you're lucky enough to ever come across this type of friendship in your day to day routine or even experience it yourself, the guys involved will constantly:

... refer to each other as whore, gurl, cum-dumpster, Miss Thang and you-big-ol-bottom.

... rip on each other’s outfits, hair and taste (lack of) in men.

... roll their eyes and bitch about what a drama queen you are to anyone within earshot.

But when it all comes down to it, they’d walk through fire for each other and Lord help you if you fall out of favor with both of them at the same time. 

All I say is, “Gurl, you better leave town.”

This is the zany story of Bruce’s (a.k.a. Secret) move from the midwest to San Francisco in the early 90's. We get to see Bruce meet Sparkle and a whole host of really funny, odd characters that make this book oh-so-Frisco. With a nod to Dallas, Sparkle even ends up in a coma <gasp> from a gunshot wound like JR. Who could have shot Sparkle ? Well honey, who didn’t want to shoot Sparkle is the question we should all be asking.

This delightful gay classic has been around since 2001 (Mr. Rosen, you must have been like two when you wrote it) but luckily was released last year in ebook format making it more readily available to queers (and queer-lovers) everywhere. Get it, gurl.

Rating: 9:5

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Monday, September 3, 2012

The Palace of Varieties

I’m surprised that this book hasn’t been discovered as the gay Fifty Shades Of Grey yet.  

Yes... folks, it’s just that filthy. I couldn’t read this book in public because (embarrassing so) I kept an erection 99% of time I was reading it. Leave your morals at the door and be prepared for a no-holes-barred, spermy, piss-soaked reading experience you won’t soon forget.

This is the story of hunky, big-dicked Paul Lemoyne who leaves his humble life in a tiny English village for life in the big city (London). It’s 1930, he’s a young, virile man and he’s flat broke and as you might suppose, young Paul does resort to turning tricks and in turn is soon the most celebrated male whore in the city of London for several years. 

If you’re looking for one of those prostitute with a heart-of-gold type of stories, this is not it. Not saying that the main character is a monster or a bad person, but Paul Lemoyne has few redeeming qualities as a human. You will find yourself rooting for him toward the end of the book and hoping he’ll find someone that will love him for him and not just for his huge penis, bottomless arsehole or complete willingness to do absolutely anything when it comes to sex.

James Lear is a pseudonym for author Rupert Smith 
(See my review of Man’s World). 

Rating: 9.0