There've been some lesbian P.I.s, both explicit and women who for some unfathomable reason just don't talk about their sex lives while contemplating corpses and dealing with cops. Apparently P.I.-ness requires the sort of hard-boiled loner-ness that was, and sometimes still is, common for gay characters not inhabiting gay romance or porn. I decided at one point that lesbian characters and lone-woman characters were functionally the same (this was in the late 70s, but not everything has changed enough to make it invalid) since neither needed *a man*, i.e., both types were flouting the patriarchy/romance imperative.
Also, have you run into a series of mysteries titled Slate, Vermilion, etc., in New England gay subculture and starring a gay man and a lesbian? Not deathless literature, exactly, but fun in its way.
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Also, have you run into a series of mysteries titled Slate, Vermilion, etc., in New England gay subculture and starring a gay man and a lesbian? Not deathless literature, exactly, but fun in its way.