queers in literature

I want to open a queer bookstore every book has queer protagonists

there’s fantasy and sci fi and literary sections just like a regular bookstore but all the characters are queer

except there, in the corner, is the Straight Literature section. Which is like. Fifteen copies of the notebook.

  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What she means: Ao3's most read fic has 844,743 hits. Any book with those readership numbers would end up in all the top most read lists in the world. If we put our money where our mouth is and consumed queer literature by queer writers not only it would become normal to see queer representation in libraries, but we would also distribute wealth to queer writers. Instead we continue consuming the same old media by the same old white cishet male creators and providing it with free advertisement with our fanfiction and I don't get why you all are okay with this!!!

Alright. Phew. It’s been a looooooooooong time coming but @blackindiaink and I have finally gotten the first book in our first joint series ready enough to put out there for anyone who might be interested in reading something new!

The series is called PAPER DOLLS and we’re putting the first book up for $.99 on Amazon (we’re hoping to have a paperback version as well, for gifts and things, but that’s taking us a bit longer because of formatting issues). The story will be enrolled in KDP which means anyone who has a Amazon - Kindle Unlimited subscription will be able to read it for free

The main focus of the series is a romance between two original female queer characters.

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Do you remember when we danced in the kitchen waiting for the water to boil? You wanted green tea. I wanted you.
Timing is Everything

The famous Cleveland Street scandal, which involved the discovery of a homosexual male brothel by London police, began in July 1889. Sex between men was illegal; clients faced persecution and social exclusion if found out.

Arthur Conan Doyle met Oscar Wilde at a publisher’s dinner in August 1889, during the height of the Cleveland Street scandal. Conan Doyle liked Wilde; afterwards he called it “a golden evening.”

The Sign of Four appeared in print in February 1890. In the story, John Watson, previously a bachelor, is presented with a potential (and eventual) wife.

The Picture of Dorian Gray was published in July 1890; the original version contained a reference to the Cleveland Street scandal. The novel was later used against Wilde at his trials for the text’s allusions to homoeroticism.

Today     I will hurl the cross off my neck and
kiss an unruly girl on the mouth. It will     sting

at first, but her tongue will be down my throat
and I will hymn between the wet intervals,

the hands of Bath and Body Works lotion
on my waist. She calls it     begging.

When it happens, my thumb will belong
to her       body and our mothers will look for

the girls of Jesus’ disciples between our legs—
but we sprawl them across each other,

the sheets as mattress as wood as you
lay on my breast and count the backwards

blooming of our sins.



 If you are like me and love books you can relate to and are also queer as heck this is a list for you!! Working in a book store you get a lot of time to wander around and find good books and well teen LGBTQ books are my favorite to find. The list is small for now but I will be updating as I find more and more. All the main characters in these books will be queer, not the side characters so there lots of extra gay to go around. So here are some of my favorite LGBTQ books!

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is a girl

you with your kind hands,
placing them on her 
like you are
love in her

and like a flower
she blooms,
every corner
by her aroma
you remember
it as an
as a blessing, 
as a prayer. 

How her love
like heaven
beneath your heart
made your stomach
into a sweater of knots,
how you wanted
to walk around
with a love like that,
how the closest
you ever got
was saying
her name in a

Your body
turning to
her body, 
her body
turning to

Waking you up and
your hands crumbling
at the thought of her
her hands like the universe 
that keeps inventing,
how she started love into you
and how it ended
in a riot,
in fire,
in dust.

—  Nayha Y. “Dream”
There’s something truly strange about living in a historical moment in which the conservative anxiety and despair about queers bringing down civilization and its institutions (marriage, most notably) is met by the anxiety and despair so many queers feel about the failure or incapacity of queerness to bring down civilization and its institutions.
—  Maggie Nelson, The Argonauts
Peek Inside 22 Vintage Lesbian Pulp Novels
"Then he saw the way she looked at the girl, Dolores, and knew the twisted path she had taken." WARNING: NSFW language.
By Lily Hiott-Millis

“The books tell tales of tropes we had hoped would have ended by now, i.e. a character hating men so she becomes a lesbian, and scenes that are still going strong, such as lesbians in jail cells. With some of them, we still have no idea what’s going on. Oh, well. The covers are still brilliant.”

Then deaths began to accumulate, though still scattered: sudden deaths, entirely unexpected deaths, as well as deaths which were fought long and hard, to the very last breath. Many now have quietly prayed for many friends to die. Many have marvelled at thestrength of young hearts in prematurely aged and emaciated bodies. Deaths overlap. Sometimes the death of a comparative stranger is felt more deeply than that of an old flame. Names disappear, and surely few have time to honour all the anniversaries of deaths. Many weeks and even months would be packed with little else. Sometimes entire groups of friends are swallowed up as if they had never existed. Looking through old photos one becomes aware of a growing army of the dead. You learn to avoid certain streets, certain towns, certain cities. Often bars and clubs feel intolerably thick with ghosts, though they usually encourage one to have a good time. To avoid ghosts it is necessary to find new social haunts, but nowhere remains ghostfree for long. Then you learn to stop trying to avoid them, for their messages are important.
—  Simon Watney, Imagine Hope: AIDS and Gay Identity.
I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE - John Watson's affair with Sherlock's sister and the application of a Victorian literary trope...

Not only is it now canon John DID cheat on Mary, but we also have learnt that the woman with whom he had the affair was none other than Sherlock’s sister.

My reaction? Fucking genius move by Moffat and Gatiss! And completely fucking frustrating too!!!

I read a Masters in Victorian Studies and had the great fortune to be taught by Dr Holly Furneaux. She introduced me to a trope which was common when Arthur Conan Doyle first brought Mr Holmes to life, and which appears again in this latest incarnation of the Great Detective.

Why is it fucking genius to bring this trope into the modern-day Sherlock? Although it is not referencing anything in the original stories (at least so far as the relationship between Holmes and Watson is concerned) it is yet another example of a device entirely appropriate to the original Victorian text being perfectly realised in 2017.

Why is it fucking frustrating? Although I am not one of them, I know the are so many fans who are desperately wanting and hoping to see johnlock realised on the screen - to have that validation and representation, instead of feeling they are being queerbaited by a show they love.

Making use of this trope is too damn clever. It’s unnecessary. And it smacks of writers showing off how smart and witty they are. The woman on the bus could have been a complete random serving the purpose of showing John is human but with no link to Sherlock. She could still have been Sherlock’s sister trying to worm her way in, but with John having none of it… Instead, John has an affair with his best friend’s sister.

If the introduction of this trope is deliberate (and how can it be anything but) then the subtext is that John loves Sherlock romantically and/or desires him sexually.

If that is the subtext, then just make it the text already!!! This is 2017 for God’s sake. You don’t need to employ sibling substitution to code for homoerotic desire anymore. Heteronormativity no longer needs to be affirmed or enforced.

I learnt all about this when studying under Dr Furneaux (particularly in relation to Dickens’ work).

In her article, ‘Charles Dickens’ Families of Choice: Elective Affinities, Sibling Substitution, and Homoerotic Desire’ [Nineteenth Century Literature - September 2007]
Dr Furneaux suggests that in Victorian times a male might transfer his love for another male onto a female sibling.

Dr Furneaux writes:

“In his repeated delineation of a male character’s compulsive shift of attention from a close male friend to his (most often) physically similar sister, Dickens leans on – and then proceeds to expose the homoerotic possibilities within – two central Victorian beliefs about siblinghood.

“Domestic ideologies of siblinghood allowed both fictional men and their historical counterparts to create a homoerotically motivated family of choice through betrothal to the suggestively similar sister of their closest male friend.

“Dickens pioneered an influential model for covert, but highly corporeal, homoerotic articulation which was thereafter eagerly employed by his contemporaries, including Mary Elizabeth Braddon, and later in more overt representations of homosexuality by writers such as E. M. Forster and Evelyn Waugh.”


Some character designs and concepts I did to participate to a project (I wasn’t chosen at the end, but whatever). It should have been an erotic-themed story settled in the closed environment of the Japanese nobility of the early XIII century, a love story between Kiyou (daughter of an important government officer) and Utahime (a blind koto’s teacher). For this plot I took heavily inspiration from a novel written by Tanizaki Jun'ichirou, “Shunkinshou”.
I’m sorry if I haven’t been so active lately, but I’ve been very much busy.

So, go to Paris. If you can’t do that, go somewhere. Take a road trip, a train trip, a bus trip if you must. Find a place that reminds you that the world is so much bigger than your heart and whoever broke it this time around. Go hang out by the ocean and trip out on its mammoth ancientness. Offer it your heartache—it’s big enough to hold it, to dilute it with all that salt and water, melt it away to nothing. Salt purifies. Take a dunk if you can stand it. You’re alive. That relationship was but one chapter in your long, long story, one little scene in your epic.
—  Michelle Tea, How To Grow Up: A Memoir