brief, not-at-all comprehensive list of classics with strong queer themes
1. The Picture of Dorian Gray, by Oscar Wilde
It is quite true that I have worshipped you with far more romance of feeling than a man usually gives to a friend. Somehow, I had never loved a woman.I suppose I never had time. […] I quite admit that I adored you magically, extravagantly, absurdly.I was jealous of everyone to whom you spoke.I wanted to have you all to myself.I was only happy when I was with you.When I was away from you, you were still present in my art.
The Poetry of Sappho
Frankly I wish I were dead When she left, she wept
a great deal; she said to me, “This parting must be endured, Sappho. I go unwillingly.”
I said, “Go, and be happy but remember (you know well) whom you leave shackled by love
"If you forget me, think of our gifts to Aphrodite and all the loveliness that we shared
"all the violet tiaras, braided rosebuds, dill and crocus twined around your young neck
"myrrh poured on your head and on soft mats girls with all that they most wished for beside them
"while no voices chanted choruses without ours, no woodlot bloomed in spring without song…”
Les Misérables, by Victor Hugo
However, this sceptic had one fanaticism. This fanaticism was neither a dogma, nor an idea, nor an art, nor a science; it was a man: Enjolras. Grantaire admired, loved, and venerated Enjolras. To whom did this anarchical scoffer unite himself in this phalanx of absolute minds? To the most absolute. In what manner had Enjolras subjugated him? By his ideas? No. By his character. A phenomenon which is often observable. A sceptic who adheres to a believer is as simple as the law of complementary colors. That which we lack attracts us. No one loves the light like the blind man. The dwarf adores the drum-major. The toad always has his eyes fixed on heaven. Why? In order to watch the bird in
its flight. Grantaire, in whom writhed doubt, loved to watch faith soar in Enjolras. […] Grantaire in the presence of Enjolras became someone once more.
Leave of Grass, by Walt Whitman
Or if you will, thrusting me beneath your clothing,
Where I may feel the throbs of your heart or rest upon your hip,
Carry me when you go forth over land or sea;
For thus merely touching you is enough, is best,
And thus touching you would I silently sleep and be carried
Mrs. Dalloway, by Virginia Woolf
There they sat, hour after hour, talking in her bedroom at the top of the house, talking about life, how they were to reform the world. They meant to found a society to abolish private property, and actually had a letter written, though not sent out. The ideas were Sally’s, of course—but very soon she was just as excited—read Plato in bed before breakfast; read Morris; read Shelley by the hour.
Giovanni’s Room, by James Baldwin
For I am—or I was—one of those people who pride themselves in on their willpower, on their ability to make a decision and carry it through. This virtue, like most virtues, is ambiguity itself. People who believe that they are strong-willed and the masters of their destiny can only continue to believe this by becoming specialists in self-deception. Their decisions are not really decisions at all—a real decision makes one humble, one knows that it is at the mercy of more things than can be named—but elaborate systems of evasion, of illusion, designed to make themselves and the world appear to be what they and the world are not. This is certainly what my decision, made so long ago in Joey’s bed, came to. I had decided to allow no room in the universe for something which shamed and frightened me. I succeeded very well—by not looking at the universe, by not looking at myself, by remaining, in effect, in constant motion.
The Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald
He smiled understandingly—much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you might come across four or five times in your life. It faced—or seemed to face—the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.
Howl, by Allen Ginsberg
who howled on their knees in the subway and were dragged off the roof waving genitals and manuscripts,
who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and screamed with joy,
who blew and were blown by those human seraphim, the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love,
who balled in the morning in the evenings in rosegardens and the grass of public parks and cemeteries scattering their semen freely to whomever come who may,
who hiccuped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up with a sob behind a partition in a Turkish Bath when the blond & naked angel came to pierce them with a sword,
who lost their loveboys to the three old shrews of fate the one eyed shrew of the heterosexual dollar the one eyed shrew that winks out of the womb and the one eyed shrew that does nothing but sit on her ass and snip the intellectual golden threads of the craftsman’s loom.
I used to straighten my hair frequently and recently just wanted to embrace my natural hair and I remembered how you went natural.. What helped? Oils.. Products? Did you do the big chop? How long did it take for your hair to be your current length and what helped? Thanks! :)
My hair is almost to the middle of my back now, I cut it about shoulder length to get rid of all the dry, dead ends (the last time was about a year ago, because I was trying to even out the layers…). I just dry cut my hair by myself with a small pair of straight (not curved) eyebrow scissors..I cut each curl individually. I haven’t straightened it in 2 years or maybe even more, I blow dry it only with diffuser and if I’m in a hurry. Otherwise I use a microfiber hair towel that I got off amazon. This towel literally has saved me so much time and energy. It soaks up so much water, no frizz, and cuts drying time in half for me. I completely recommend this for curly hair.
I get stressed quite easily and I don’t know why, but my scalp gets incredibly itchy and my hair tends to fall out. I shampoo probably every 3-5 days…It’s a whole process so I usually have to keep a few hours free to do it. Right now I’m using Nature’s Gate Calming Tea Tree shampoo & somethings I go back to The Honest Company baby shampoo.
I’m obsessed with most of HeyFranHey’s videos for curly hair. Since I’ve followed her advice and products, my hair has gotten so much more healthy.
The Honest Company Baby Shampoo & Body Wash (all in one)
or Natures Gate Calming Tea Tree + Sea Buckthorn Shampoo & conditioner
Giovanni Direct Leave in Conditionar (water based conditioner)
Camille Rose Hair Moisture Butter
Aubrey Organics 100% Aloe Vera
Organic, unrefined Coconut oil (to detangle my hair before I wash it, cuts shower time in half)
I put as little product in my hair as possible, because I can’t stand that greasy build up feeling…but honestly now with this routine I have been unbothered. A lot happier…and my scalp has felt awesome.
Tonic kneels down to look him in the eyes "Giovanni, I'm never leaving again..I promise.." She kisses him gently, the same warm feeling filling inside her chest again. Her arms gently wrap around his , pulling him closer "I promise..Things will get better.."
More tears fall from his eyes as his entire body shook. “Please…. I can’t…. not again…. please…” he clung to her tightly, worried that she would fade away.
Maxie found himself shaking like a leaf. He couldn’t believe it. Itwas the big day. It came so fast…everything had to be perfect. He
adjust his tie again…
He needed this….Archie needed this…They both NEEDED this.
They kept it pretty informal. Both he and Archie waited to greet
that last four guests. When Maxie saw Lysandre he smiled as his old
friend welcomed him, arms open and pulled the smaller redhead into a
“Félicitations mon feu!” Lysandre said cheerfully. “Never
thought you would marry before I, non?”
Maxie chuckled warmly. “So glad you could make it.”
“We wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Sycamore smiled as he
laughed as Archie pulled the smaller man into a hug himself.
“You better not have, would have dragged yer ass here myself
“ I am sure you would!”
The joyful greeting however was interrupted by the sound of an
“That must be Cyrus and his partner,” Maxie said as Lysandre
set him down.
Archie grinned. He was nervous that Cyrus wasn’t gonna come. He
didn’t seem all that interested in coming when he told him…and
didn’t receive a reply from him either…
Dust, dirt, and debris were kicked up as it landed. The door
And both Archie and Maxie felt their spine turn to ice…and their
blood boil as they saw who stepped out.
“Well now…never expected to see you two again after all this
“What the HELL are YOU doing HERE!?” Maxie shrieked face
turning red with rage.
“Me? I was invited of course.”
“BULLSHIT!” Archie roared. “We only sent out two invites ya
“…I did try to warn you that you would not like my partner,”
Cyrus cut in as he climbed out and glared at the older man. “You
just had to cause a commotion. I urged you to let me out first so I
could at least explain.”
Maxie sputtered and made some rather interesting sounds, unable
to formulate a single word. Lysandre doing his best to calm his
“Wait! Waitwaitwaitwaitwait!! HIM!? You’re with HIM!? HE’S the
ONE!?” Archie yelled.
“Is there a problem?” Cyrus asked incredulously with a cocked
“Come now, everything that happened was quite a long time ago.
Time to move on wouldn’t you agree?
“OVER MY DEAD BODY!”
“ARCHIE! ENOUGH!!” the shorter redhead exclaimed.
Maxie felt himself flush in embarrassment…he and Archie eventually
calmed down. Archie still demanded that Giovanni should leave,
although Cyrus said if their former leader left, then so would he.
The pirate started to go and on about how Giovanni was already
ruining this day….only to have Cyrus point out how that it was them
who made the first blow…they were the ones that initiated it.
The redhead grumbled and tried to fix his tie yet again….WHY
WASN’T IT SITTING STRAIGHT!?
“You’re messing up your shirt collar each time you do that.”
Maxie glared at the man…
“I didn’t ask for you’re help Giovanni.”
Giovanni rolled his eyes and went over and undid the smaller
“What are—stop that! LET GO!”
Giovanni ignored Maxie and redid the tie. “Don’t go touching it
now. Just leave it.”
Maxie blinked…that was….highly unanticipated. He opened his
mouth to say something only to have a very loud cough interrupt him.
Maxie looked…and there stood Archie. Waiting for him…and glaring
at Giovanni who went back over to Cyrus.
Cyrus watched Giovanni as well, and when he was by his side once
more gave the man a small soft smile.
Archie kept his heated stare at the mob boss…eyes slowly drifting
back to Maxie….and the pirate felt all that anger and rage melt
Maxie smiled softly as he approached the man.
“…you know…I could have said no to all this,” Archie joked
“Would you have?”
“….never…your lucky that you know I can do something like this
“I made sure to do my research,” the redhead smiled.
“Well now…shouldn’t let that go to waste now, can we?” Archie
grinned as he took the ring. “Maximilian Matsubusa…will you take
me to be your husband?”
Maxie felt his eyes sting a bit…he thought he was collected for
this…it was his plan, his idea after all…and yet….he could hold
back the crush of emotions he felt.
So you know how people like to make it seem like Black people have no buying power. Well, if you stroll through the hair aisle in Target you’ll find a plethora of products made for our hair in mind. I remember when I first went natural the only okay product I could find at Target was Giovanni Direct Leave-in.
I know it may seem a little far-fetched because it is after all just hair products. But considering the fact that most Black women are still relaxing their hair (I’m not judging, just look flawless) I think this speaks volumes of our buying potential.