Let’s face it. Any guy who’s a member of the male/male romance discussion group has NEVER scored a touchdown. I defy anyone to contradict me.
There’s a definite “guy-ness” to this book. Everything about it reeks of the masculine; monosyllabic all-purpose grunts, incomplete sentences, high-school/frat-boy colloquialisms, rank-smelling locker rooms, jockstraps and testosterone. Not only is the author himself male, it’s also refreshingly evident that he’s also intimately familiar with the world of male athletes and hyper-competitive team sports, a province that is often beyond the reach of the vast majority of gay men.
This book was my entree into the puzzling, baffling and ultimately endearing world of “furry erotica”. I had no idea there was even a name for it.
To the end, I don’t think I ever really got my mind around the idea of animals-behaving-like-humans, especially when it came to getting together and falling in love. The idea was particularly startling for me in the sex scenes where I would find msyelf alternately distracted, annoyed or making a conscious mental effort to accommodate descriptions of various states of undress, animal body parts and cross-species gay copulation. To say this genre stretched me would be a colossal understatement.
As the song goes, “Love moves in Mysterious Ways”, and in this instance, triumphs. Well, almost. In any case, by the time the story is halfway over, the protagonists, in all their “humanity”, have so endeared themselves to you that quite unexpectedly you find yourself rooting for them all the way. You really, really want these guys to make it.
Because of the author’s extensive knowledge of football, and his success in capturing the alpha-male, jock mindset, there’s an unforced, dank authenticity to the story-telling that I sometimes find lacking in the slicker, slightly-over-produced offerings of the many m/m romance novels I’ve read. The jaggedness in the dialogue, the general lack of self-reflection, the unwillingness to broach difficult subjects are all typically male attributes. Not once did I find myself saying, “oh, a guy would never say that”, or “a real guy would never do that”. All these guys, as the author has written them, are “Guy-Guys”. They think, act, walk and talk like typical, real guys, albeit of a limited subset; aspiring competitive team sports athlete, with all the appeal, connotations and limitations that that type of proto-typical American Male would imply.
It took a little doing, and some measure of assiduousness on my part, but I’m glad I stuck it out beyond the first few pages of this book. By the first third of it, the two boys had excited my interest, by the end, they had captured my heart. Reply