There’s a place for all types of queer literature but I’m very excited that you aren’t doing that, and that you wrote a fun, funny lesbian book. It’s as if we believe that unless we're peddling our suffering, we don't have literary value, or won’t be taken seriously. Vanity Fair: So much of queer fiction seems to be acutely sincere, or only about oppression and hardship. The below interview has been edited and condensed for clarity. Which is fun, but also scary, right? To put your reality in someone else’s hands, especially masc hands.” “Part of being a dykette is being in thrall to someone else’s reality, getting to reality by way of someone else’s perspective. The ensuing trip is a blur of intoxicated dinners, dysfunctional relationship dynamics, major/minor infidelities, performance art, and endless vibes, all read through Sasha’s perspective, which is not exactly reliable. At the beginning of the book, Sasha overhears Jesse say some less-than-flattering things about her in a therapy session, right as they are about to join two other queer couples on an upstate getaway. So exaggerated that it kind of perverts itself and becomes weird.”Īt the center of the novel is Sasha, an unapologetically fashion-obsessed femme and self-styled dykette, whose preoccupations include queer tropes, her pug Vivienne, out-femme-ing everyone around her, and her “boyfriend” Jesse (a he/him dyke). The most extreme, exaggerated version of a femme. An accessorized, aestheticized, decorated dyke. Chief among them is the eponymous dykette, which Davis describes as “a dyke with frills and bows and ruffles.
Davis’s Dykette reads like a taxonomy of queer theory, references, and history, while offering up wholly new words and takes on contemporary lesbian life. In the queer world, where language, concepts, and terms describing sexuality and gender are both supremely important and constantly in flux, new additions to the lexicon are lapped up feverishly.
If you’re wearing the hat and men still hit on you, that might be the most dykette thing of all.” And even though I was carrying it very prominently, men still hit on me! I thought that would be an interesting experiment. “I was like, Am I a fraud? Can I really walk the walk and wear the hat? It’s blazing neon. On the walk from her apartment to the coffee shop, she hadn’t quite worked up the nerve to don it, she said. Jenny Fran Davis shows up to our interview with, as promised, a prime piece of book swag: a white baseball cap with Dykette, the name of her forthcoming novel out May 16, in hot pink cursive along the front.
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