She sheds light on the reasons women, queer people, and other marginalized groups tend to make ourselves smaller, provoking the question: What would happen if we suddenly stopped? With her clever voice and clear-eyed insight, Jen draws on personal experiences with sexism and biphobia to understand how we all can and must do better. Unless.she's not? Jen's provocative, laugh-out-loud debut takes us inside her journey of self-discovery, leading us through stories of a childhood girl crush, an onerous quest to have a threesome, and an enduring fear of being bad at sex.įollows Jen's attempts to make sense of herself as she explores the role of the male gaze, what it means to be queer enough, and how to overcome bi stereotypes when you're the posterchild for all of them: greedy, slutty, and constantly confused. Or wait-maybe she isn't? Actually, she definitely is. If Jen Winston knows one thing for sure, it's that she's bisexual. Perfect for fans of Lindy West, Samantha Irby, and Rebecca Solnit-and anyone who wants, and deserves, to be seen. Because I could.A hilarious and whip-smart collection of essays, offering an intimate look at bisexuality, gender, and, of course, sex. They radiated mystery and devotion to their subjects, and I was grateful just to see them in a physical space, to be standing in front of books again - well apart from the detached confines of a screen.
But in their natural habitat, on the shelf or on a bookstore table, these covers called to be held and explored even more than the other appealing possibilities stacked nearby. Online, it’s easier still for a great book cover to vanish in the clamor of everything else vying for attention.
Left unconsidered, it’s easy for books to look like dressed-up bricks. Such was my mind-set upon holding books in my aggressively sanitized palms, whenever a cover caught my interest. But after a year of lockdown, my family rallied to the collective thrill of leaving our home to visit some other place for an extended period of time, and the joy of browsing was real.
The preceding stretch of absence felt like a dress rehearsal for an unsavory timeline in which brick-and-mortar shops ceased to exist. I spent more time browsing in actual bookstores in 2021 than in any year prior, for no reason other than that I could.
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