science fiction, new weird, old weird, very weird - and everything else
not always save for work. never nice.
"God damn, sometimes I think there ain't nobody in the city no more ain't a faggot but me."
"Is that a standard male, heterosexual fantasy?" Lanya asked. "I mean, to be the only straight man around when all others are gay?"
More seriously though, the last ten pages were incredibly frustrating to read, featuring discussions about rape, female sexuality, and the "I have nothing against gays, some of my best friends are gay" line of argumentation (if you want to call it that). Those discussions are presented in a somewhat clumsy, spying-on-my-girlfriend scene with kinda preachy dialogue - but what's so infuriating about it: we are still having these discussions, sometimes with the very same words, some 45 years after this book was written. Forty-five fucking years, and so little has changed.