Review: Tessa Masterson Will Go to Prom

Tessa Masterson Will Go to Prom by Emily Franklin and Brendan Halpin


While I am a queer femme (on a fence between the hard and high varieties), skirts and dresses just don’t feel right on me. It’s not, as my mother assumed for years (and, let’s be honest, probably still assumes), a matter of “not showing skin”. It’s a matter of feeling wrong in your skin, especially when you know people are seeing through the actual you to what they think should be the correct you—which is all kinds of erasing and deeply insulting. While I think this Byzantine glitter dress is supercute, I know that putting it on will just make me feel like a sad queer kid in an ill-fitting burlap sack, while this hot pink pantsuit and a pair of towering wedges would make me feel like the Imperatrix of the Galaxy. Finding what makes you feel that confident is a major part of finding your own style, whether you’re queer or straight.

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Review: Scarlet

Scarlet by A. C. Gaughen


I’ve never been a huge Robin Hood fan; I mean, I watched and liked Disney’s Robin Hood, I saw Robin Hood: Men in Tights long before I could remotely understand it, and Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves must be seen to be believed. (“You! My room! Ten-thirty tonight! You! Ten-forty-five! And bring a friend!”) But I’ve never actively sought out anything dealing with Robin Hood, until Scarlet. I think I stumbled across it searching for something on Amazon, and the cover and premise (Will Scarlet was actually a girl!) hooked me. But now I remember why I try to solicit recommendations, rather than (the admittedly more fun method of) simply grabbing whatever looks shiny.

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