10. Maximum Gaga by Lara Glenum
This book brought me to such giddy highs of ecstatic linguistic delight that I nearly creamed. I now desire only to kneel down before the Poseidon’s Trannie Mermaid chorus of Lara Glenum and submit to her brilliant scopophiliac burlesque.
“What is desire?
Language’s cock valve.”
I don’t yet own this book, as a friend lent it to me, but perhaps some sweet little Normopath will buy it for me for Guerrilla Day.
(I am writing this while watching Lady Gaga open the Grammies, with thousands of people watching, but I wish that instead thousands could read Lara Glenum’s truly subversive Maximum Gaga!)
-Nikki
