Have you ever finished a book and thought, “Wow, that was a really good story. And it could have been great if only the author had shown me a little leg.”
That very thing happened to me this weekend when I finished reading Plastic Jesus by Poppy Z. Brite.
I’ve been a fan of PZB for years and PJ is a great story. I’m not dissing the story. Really. But when you give me a good story with two sexy gay boys who are in love and clearly are doing the deed off-screen …
Well, damn it, I wanna see!
The story is set in the 60′s. Seth and Payton are rock musicians who meet as teens, form a band and experience a meteoric rise to success. From their first encounter there’s something compelling between them, though neither has acknowledged his sexuality at that point. They become musical partners and eventually life partners. The reader, or at least this reader, gets the impression that these two are soul-mates, brought together by music, who find in each other their true match. *sigh*
So why wouldn’t I want to see these two men in their most intimate moments?
Now I understand that not every story needs sex. And that not every writer is comfortable writing sex. I can accept that. But when you make me care about the characters, when I can see clearly that they love each other and that their connection runs deep, it’s only natural, me being me, that I want some skin. *g*
I can’t really say more about the plot without including spoilers. But suffice it to say, PJ is a great story with well-drawn and compelling characters and an interesting plot that kept me turning pages. My major complaint, missing sex scenes aside, was that at 16k the story isn’t nearly long enough.
As for the missing sex scenes, I guess that’s left up to my imagination. Good thing my imagination is up to the challenge.
Written by Kimberly Gardner
As early as the seventh grade, Kimberly remembers slashing her favorite rockstars and reading romance. So it’s not surprising that her two passions, romance and putting pretty boys with other pretty boys, should come together in her writing. Moliere said, “Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, then for a few close friends, then for money.” Kimberly is delighted to finally be doing it for money.
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