Rip My Bodice. Please.


Romance novel covers fascinate me. They’re this odd bastard creation of maudlin respectability (the Ladies are always well covered up) with gay porn man meat, decorated with that icky Playgirl hairdo. It’s this intersection of ladylike sensibility with great big man titties that thrills me.

It also apparently spoke to some genius named Longmire, who put together a page of pretty hilarious parodies. Here’s my fave below, but you can go here to see the rest. They’re worth it.

About mrpeenee

A former bon vivant and terror of a number of New Orleans bars in the mad, gay 1980s, I'm now quietly retired and widowed in San Francisco. I have a crooked nose due to an unfortunate Frisbee accident.

5 responses »

  1. No, no, honey it’ not R.I.P. it’s just my incredibly poor typing once again. Isn’t “bodice ripper” a derisive term for this genre? Something like that. I suppose the joke would have been funnier if I actually knew what I was talking about, but I never let that stand in my way.


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