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A gay man and a black woman meet in the woods outside Leadville, Colorado. Well, they don't really meet. They run into each other when the gay man (Quincy) is running from the cult of Tree Tree McForest Face and the black woman (Maya) is running away from two QAnon conspiracy theorists who have just dissected their friend in an attempt to find evidence of a deep state plot to weaponize gayness to reverse global warming. A pursuit through the Colorado mountain towns of Leadville, Aspen, and Glenwood Springs ensues. Crazy shit happens. Lots of sex is attempted. Some sex is had. Some people die.…mehr

Produktbeschreibung
A gay man and a black woman meet in the woods outside Leadville, Colorado. Well, they don't really meet. They run into each other when the gay man (Quincy) is running from the cult of Tree Tree McForest Face and the black woman (Maya) is running away from two QAnon conspiracy theorists who have just dissected their friend in an attempt to find evidence of a deep state plot to weaponize gayness to reverse global warming. A pursuit through the Colorado mountain towns of Leadville, Aspen, and Glenwood Springs ensues. Crazy shit happens. Lots of sex is attempted. Some sex is had. Some people die. Some nearly die. And a lot of people don't die. Social things are explored. Tasteless jokes are made. Tasteful jokes are never even thought of being made. And the book ends.
Autorenporträt
First and foremost, I am a person. I'm not sure if you consider Corduroy a masculine or feminine name, and I guess it really doesn't matter which I am, which means you can picture in your mind a man, a woman, a combination of the two, or, if you really want to picture something that will make me happy, a marmot. I love marmots. So forget what I said in the first sentence. Let's just say I am an amorphous mass that can take on the shape of whatever you wish. So make me something cool in your mind-a unicorn with a pencil for a horn, a cloud who cries candy tears, a marmot. Remember, I love marmots. I am Corduroy Stonecrop, and I am nothing else.