“Your sonnet is quite lovely, and it is a marvel that those red rose-leaf
lips of yours should be made no less for the madness of music and song
than for the madness of kissing. Your slim gilt soul walks between
passion and poetry. I know Hyacinthus, whom Apollo loved so madly, was
you in Greek days. “
“Besides, I want to see you. It is really absurd. I can’t live without you.
You are so dear, so wonderful. I think of you all day long, and miss
your grace, your boyish beauty, the bright sword-play of your wit, the
delicate fancy of your genius, so surprising always in its sudden
swallow-flights towards north and south, towards sun and moon — and,
above all, yourself. “
“He has also ruined my life, so I can’t help loving him — it is the only thing to do.”
S H E R L O C K - gay victorian fever dream special | It was simply my conjecture of what a future world might look like and how you and I might fit inside it. From a drop of water a logician should be able to infer the possibility of an Atlantic or a Niagara. But perhaps such things could come to pass. In any case, I know I would be very much at home in such a world. Huh, I don’t think I would be. I beg to differ. But then I’ve always known I was a man out of his time.
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle:
"You can murder him, marry him, do whatever the fuck you want with him, Sherlock Holmes can suck my balls."
"Read you loud and clear."
"They canNOT make Sherlock Holmes gay that was nOT in the BOOKS If the author wanted **that** he would've WRITTEN EXPLICITLY GAY SEX in his VICTORIAN book how DARE they slander the beautiful manuscript in such a way WHAT the fUCK isn't anything Sacred anyMORE?!?!"
Oscar Wilde and Lord Alfred Douglas in Rome. 1897.
“Everyone is furious with me for going back to you, but they don’t
understand us. I feel that it is only with you that I can do anything at
all. Do remake my ruined life for me, and then our friendship and love
will have a different meaning to the world.“
According to Constance, her relatives in London disapproved of his appearance ‘because they don’t choose to see anything but that he wears long hair and looks aesthetic. I like him awfully much but I suppose it is very bad taste.’
-from Constance, The Tragic And Scandalous Life Of Mrs Oscar Wilde