This story is quite pointless. It’s also the female equivalent of those stories written by pervy old men whose dashing protagonists bangs every well-endowed lady in the land, but with the female twist (actually, the need) of the males longing for the woman many years or decades later. But as I said; it’s just pointless. Not bad, just without a point or purpose. I do not know why it exists. I do not know why 1,887 words were arranged to form this short story. I can see this existing as a joke, a post in somebody’s blog, a somewhat comedic snapshot, but I can’t see why this is a Hugo nominee, potentially the best fantasy or sci-fi short story of the year. In fact, there’s hardly anything fantastical in this story aside from the half-satyr’s titanic schlong and Rose’s irresistible sex appeal (and legendary endurance.)
This is the summary: a bunch of faerie creatures from legend drink away while they reminiscence the titular Rose MacGregor, the girl with the best curves and largest knockers this side of the Hadrian’s Wall. And, you see, these creatures of legend, famous for their ravaging sexual escapades and seductive powers, are now humiliated by a mere female mortal! Who was not the seduced but the seducer! Who is not pining away for them but they for her! And they still remember her after all these years, so smitten they were by her
boobs charms and those long sessions of casual sex forty years ago! And all her faery lovers meet each year to drink together and talk about how awesome she was! Literally, it’s in the title, you read the title and you know the entire story! One still sends her flowers although she is now a grandma!
And that’s all there is to it. And please, don’t tell me it’s an empowering tale, a subversion of a classic trope, or whatever. That makes it even worse. Besides, it’s none of those things anyway; it’s just an obvious female power-sexual fantasy. Only a woman could write about sex-crazed satyrs and immortal fae longing for a chick they banged more than forty years ago.
You can read it here so you see I’m not making things up.