Under Review: Queer Little Nightmares (Book)
I loved summer camp as a child — long days spent in the sun and tan lines from Keens worn too many days in a row — but I always dreaded the nights. It would start with a simple proposition from one of the girls in my bunk: “does anyone want to hear a scary story?” and then devolve into a full-blown tale telling session leaving me unable to sleep. The fear I felt hearing those stories mixed with my general discomfort at being assigned to live in the “girls’ cab...
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