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Lädt ... The Pervertvon Michelle Perez, Remy Boydell
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Melde dich bei LibraryThing an um herauszufinden, ob du dieses Buch mögen würdest. Keine aktuelle Diskussion zu diesem Buch. Beautiful, funny, nuanced, heartbreaking. ( ) While I liked the subject and bits and pieces here and there -- individual scenes and characters -- this is one of those disjointed books that takes a left turn whenever it starts to approach an actual story or a moment I care about and then throws in a dream sequence just to get on my nerves. Interesting, but I just couldn't connect. Gods. It’s 4 am and I’m f—ing sick, I’m sick with acid reflux and a body that won’t cooperate and a mind that gasps for air a bunch. It’s 4 am and I read this and I’m angry, I’m angry at it and at you and at me and at how things are. I have held a hand yesterday—no, two days ago at this point (how did time slip? How the heck does it go forward so slow/so fast)—I held a hand and cried and answered a question with “you deserve it; everyone deserves it”. And all it left unsaid was that they weren’t just everyone. The protagonist deserves it and she’s homeless and hungry and starving and dependent on the grace of strangers and I’m so f—ing sick right now to my literal stomach and _angry_. Angry personally with each and every thing that made this possible, that makes a life like this possible. I’m angry at you and me and at society. I’m angry at God. I was passing in and out two days ago on the train and I answered I’d yell at God; that I’m writing a story where a bunch of queer and trans weirdos stage a heist to steal the Godhead, and yes, I know it doesn’t make theological sense, but in real life, I’m going to Hell, I know for a fact that either I’ll be sent to Hell or I’ll go there myself, and that before I do I want to sit down with God and yell all my fucking anger at Her. It’s pointed out to me it’ll make perfect sense once She will explain it all to me and I only say that explanations like these will make me _more_ angry. Having someone justify a ton of complete bullshit in a way that makes sense only ever makes me more angry. Live life like a Catholic girl who knows for a godd—n fact she’s going to Hell and thus has nothing else left to lose. Read this and be sick. Read this and be angry, be there, read this and be f—ing something, because if you’re nothing after reading this, you’re not my friend, you’re not anyone’s friend, just a f—ing ghost in the night who rattled and then stayed silent and might as well be faded away. i want these stories to be told and i want to read them; i think it's important. i missed whole swaths of this, though. i don't like the art and don't get why it was done in the way it was. i don't understand the missing pieces of information, the transitions, the large art pages, some of the smaller stories. i'm not partial to graphic novels/memoirs, but keep trying them because i want to be. this one didn't work for me. Zeige 4 von 4 keine Rezensionen | Rezension hinzufügen
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A surprisingly honest and touching account of a trans girl surviving through sex work in Seattle. With excerpts published in the Eisner-nominated anthology ISLAND, the full-color volume, drawn and painted by REMY BOYDELL, is an unflinching debut graphic novel. Written by MICHELLE PEREZ. Keine Bibliotheksbeschreibungen gefunden. |
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Google Books — Lädt ... GenresMelvil Decimal System (DDC)306.74Social sciences Social Sciences; Sociology and anthropology Culture and Institutions Relations between the sexes, sexualities, love Sex workKlassifikation der Library of Congress [LCC] (USA)BewertungDurchschnitt:
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