Slade James


Bear Camp: “The Uncut Wood: A Bear Camp Short” (2020), Grumpy Bear (2021)

Bear Camp

“The Uncut Wood: A Bear Camp Short” (2020)

uncut woodI find the title of this story both silly. I mean, it’s a story about lumberjacks at a gay camp. The story, however, isn’t silly, and is in fact quite sweet.

Hank has had a crush on his cabinmate, Gunnar, since they first met. But two-and-a-half years later, he is finally going to act on his crush. He is going to ask Gunnar out—as a bet.

I admit I was unsure what a gay lumberjack story would be. But as I read that one of the guys wore a kilt and eyeliner, I felt a little better—even though that did feel a little bit Monty Python.

For two guys who had a bedpost notching contest, their interactions were really sweet, especially as they discussed their pasts, the present, and what they might want for the future.

I would definitely read another story or book by this author.

Sexual content. (47 pages)
Rating: 8/10

Grumpy Bear

Grumpy BearColeman Sawyer runs a gay clothing optional camp.

Luke Cody is headed back to the south after yet another bad relationship, and another failure to launch his career as a singer-songwriter. When he’s told there’s temporary work at Bear Mountain Lodge that might help him land on his feet, he takes it, but feels out of place surrounded by burly, musclebound, mostly-naked men.

This is really an adorable story, and I quite enjoyed it–even as the characters were absolutely surrounded by casual sex.

So what did I love?

First, Luke is clearly (although not named as such) a demi-sexual.

I didn’t really do hookups. I required an emotional connection.

Second, Luke is adorable.

A lot of times, it was like I stood behind myself, observing and listening, cringing at my inability to tone down the perkiness. To not be so aggressively friendly.

Third, there were fantastic secondary characters.

It never failed to unnerve me that my general manager was a ten-year-old girl trapped in the body of a two-hundred-and-sixty-five-pound, forty-something lumberjack.

And the setting was gorgeous as well, which I loved.

Whitewater tumbled down shelves of ink-black rock, falling twenty feet into a small pool as deep and wide as the manmade one down the holler. Trace copper deposits turned the water an insane blue-green. Nobody could build a pool that looked like this.

Oh, did you catch that?

I was forever cursing Wayne for putting the pool at the bottom of the holler, right in the bend of the creek, and expecting the water to go around it.

Multiple correct uses of the word holler!

I will, however admit, that the cover bothers me, because musclebound men are definitely not my thing.

This story was a lot of fun, and extremely well-done AND there was no Stupid Big Misunderstanding!

Rating: 8/10