Gangsta Gay

By Arístides Solaar

Meet Gangsta Gay, the avenger of the persecuted and oppressed gays, the vigilante, your screen background, your idol, your sexual fetish. Strong, tough, supernatural. He lives his life without complexes, as it should be. With a past of humiliations that led him to be who he is, some very particular friends and a niece to whom he takes a drag-queen to celebrate her birthday, the protagonist of our story is an anonymous hero of the community. But what an anonymous hero: fearless and courageous, he shows up wherever he is needed to solve injustices at work or school. He also has an answer for that bigoted politician or that obnoxious preacher. And it is a blunt answer. This is an empowering and optimistic book, which in these regressive times is sorely needed. And it is also a tribute to Tino Casal, a forerunner, queer among queers, who came before Lady Gaga. Are those bastards harassing you in the neighborhood or at school? Don't worry: Gangsta Gay will soon come to your defense. But he won't always be there to save your ass, so get organized and fight back. Are you ready to slay another day?

• Language: English
• Publisher: David Pallol
• Release date: Feb 23, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201864057

Arístides Solaar

Arístides Solaar es un profesor de matemáticas de un instituto de secundaria que vive en el Levante español, en la provincia de Alicante. Su familia tiene orígenes griegos y en su día dejaron Alejandría por nuestro país, siempre a orillas de este mar. Su primer título con iPulp, de hecho, recrea esa mítica cudad del Mediterráneo y sus raíces griegas, en una fantasía muy especial que es también thriller político. Ha publicado otros dos títulos con iPulp: "El rottweiler de Dios" (que puede tener continuación) y "Yo escapé de una cárcel de Sadam", el más reciente.

Book preview

At the beginning Kylie seemed very soft to me, very naive, very childish, and sappy for her audience, which was underage boys and girls...

"Which was basically that of Neighbours..."

Yeah.

"Until she grew up with What do I have to do."

Yeah, she got sexy. The little girl became a full woman.

Then her indie phase came, right?

Yeah, when she left Stock, Aitken and Waterman. I didn't like her then. She turned dark...

"But she has some brilliant songs from that period, like Put yourself in my place."

"Or Conf¡de in me. Or Breathe."

Then she came back to disco... Which was brighter.

Yes, she was back on her feet. That's when she established herself as a disco queen...

And a gay icon.

But she had a transition record, didn't she?

Yes, but that's where she announced where things were going to go.

"With Spinning around..."

"She even dared to sing a tune with a trance vibe to it, On a night like this, featuring Rutger Hauer on the video. And she did one of the sexiest duets ever, Kids, with Robbie Williams."

"For glorious sexy, her song Slow. That was around the same time, wasn't it?"

"No. That followed Fever, an album recorded in its prime that is not to be missed."

It's what I call a rounded album.

We were still buying CDs, remember?

Yes, I do. Mind you, what she's done since then is not up to par...

Yep. I don't like it that much.

"And she has some great songs like The One or Timebomb."

"But All the lovers was a bit of a flop."

Yes, very weak.

His collaboration with Giorgio Moroder on the other hand is very good.

Or what she did with Taio Cruz...

Now it seems that she's gone back to her roots...

It's what she's best at, disco music...

Well, I say, suddenly getting up. I'll leave you. I got a notification. They need me.

I stop a cab. I get in. The cab driver is fat, bald, has a face like a missing link and reeks of Varón Dandy. The little I had eaten at home churns in my stomach. My stomach is very sensitive to some things.

The cab driver has the radio on. And what is he listening to? Bingo! A soccer program. Anyway, that's not the worst of it. I can tolerate riding in a cab and listening to a soccer program. What I can't tolerate for anything in the world is the cab driver trying to involve me in that obnoxious mass phenomenon. But that's the norm, so I'm on my guard.

I'm not wrong: the cab driver has taken me for one of them and makes a couple of comments about the League, expecting me to give him my opinion. I ignore him: I just look out the window with lost eyes. He insists. I then tilt my head to one side and look at him with abysmal contempt. He then asks me, a bit puzzled:

Don't you like soccer?

To which I reply:

Well, not at all. Soccer and heterosexuality are the two biggest social scourges.

The cab driver looks at me − again through the rear-view mirror, he doesn't dare to turn − as if what he is carrying in the back were in fact the eighth passenger, and not exactly the eighth passenger of the day. Since he's no fool, he takes the hint and not only doesn't talk about soccer again, but he also even changes the radio station.

That's the way I like it, that he adapts to his customers.

We're here, he announces shortly after.

Good.

The Sugababes were playing on the radio:

Train comes and I don't know its destination...

I knew mine. I knew it well. It's a one-way ticket to a crazy situation.

It's a one-way ticket to madman's situation.

Exactly, girls. I wouldn’t have said it better.

Faggot!

Pablo ran, embarrassed as