As I read this book, it made me think of Dashaun Harrison’s essay in Black Love Matters. It was hard for me to digest because of how glaringly true it was; black love being shown in the media is not always inclusive or a positive representation to those that are fat, queer, disabled, etc. This novel was a breath of fresh air as it is a shining example of how black love in every capacity can and should be shown. 

I went into this book expecting one (a few) things. My expectations were exceeded when I got more than what I asked for. I was prepared for illicit scenes and heated dialogue between the characters, but the tenderness, emotion, depth and pure love that was present throughout the book is what solidified the author as one of my new favorites. 

Kian, Jordanne, and Luka being well developed and having an identity outside of their partnership  makes them more compelling as a unit. Being Nigerian-Brits raised in traditional households, Kian and Jordanne’s storylines opens up conversation in regards to the pressure African kids often feel to have a life that follows society norms and a successful career. Their family’s stance on the couple’s occupation as sex workers is candid, yet handled with care. Luka is demisexual and struggles with past trauma that impedes his ability to believe that he can have a love as fulfilling as what he finds with his roommates. His journey to overcoming that fear and redefining what he wants in life is special to witness.

Love is unabashedly queer, fat, and black in Just For The Cameras. With chemistry that is hotter than a stovetop, affection sweeter than mangoes, and love that is as pure as cocoa butter on melanated skin, Viano Oniomoh has penned what most would consider an unconventional romance. But who says falling in love should be conventional anyway?