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da980fd
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"Will put his hand on Nico's shoulder. "Nico, we need o have another talk about your people skills." "Hey, I'm just stating the obvious. If this is Apollo, and he dies, we're all in trouble." Will turned to me. "I apologize for my boyfriend." Nico rolled his eyes. "Could you not--" "Would you prefer special guy?" Will asked. "Or significant other?" "Significant annoyance, in your case," Nico grumbled"
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romance
humor
lgbt
gay
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Rick Riordan |
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f479709
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There's a Greek legend--no, it's in something Plato wrote--about how true lovers are really two halves of the same person. It says that people wander around searching for their other half, and when they find him or her, they are finally whole and perfect. The thing that gets me is that the story says that originally all people were really pairs of people, joined back to back, and that some of the pairs were man and man, some woman and woman, and others man and woman. What happened was that all of these double people went to war with the gods, and the gods, to punish them, split them all in two. That's why some lovers are heterosexual and some are homosexual, female and female, or male and male.
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lesbian
lgbt
mythology
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Nancy Garden |
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3e4f338
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Gender preference does not define you. Your spirit defines you.
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lgbt
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P.C. Cast |
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7b86d12
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I don't want anyone to hold back who they are. It's not okay... it's not a good thing
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team-internet
inspirational
lgbtqia
youtube
coming-out
lgbt
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Connor Franta |
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dbf11d8
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But where was God now, with heaven full of astronauts, and the Lord overthrown? I miss God. I miss the company of someone utterly loyal. I still don't think of God as my betrayer. The servants of God, yes, but servants by their very nature betray. I miss God who was my friend. I don't even know if God exists, but I do know that if God is your emotional role model, very few human relationships will match up to it. I have an idea that one day it might be possible, I thought once it had become possible, and that glimpse has set me wandering, trying to find the balance between earth and sky. If the servants hadn't rushed in and parted us, I might have been disappointed, might have snatched off the white samite to find a bowl of soup. As it is, I can't settle, I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and know that love is as strong as death, and be on my side for ever and ever. I want someone who will destroy and be destroyed by me. There are many forms of love and affection, some people can spend their whole lives together without knowing each other's names. Naming is a difficult and time-consuming process; it concerns essences, and it means power. But on the wild nights who can call you home? Only the one who knows your name. Romantic love has been diluted into paperback form and has sold thousands and millions of copies. Somewhere it is still in the original, written on tablets of stone. I would cross seas and suffer sunstroke and give away all I have, but not for a man, because they want to be the destroyer and never the destroyed.
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religion
life
love
philosophy
lgbt
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Jeanette Winterson |
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fbaa2bb
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I've always known I was gay, but it wasn't confirmed until I was in kindergarten. It was my teacher who said so. It was right there on my kindergarten report card: PAUL IS DEFINITELY GAY AND HAS VERY GOOD SENSE OF SELF.
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lgbt
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David Levithan |
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ecdce4d
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It's astonishing the amount of time that certain straight people devote to gay sex - trying to determine what goes where and how often. They can't imagine any system outside their own, and seem obsessed with the idea of roles, both in bed and out of it. Who calls whom a bitch? Who cries harder when the cat dies? Which one spends the most time in the bathroom? I guess they think that it's that cut-and-dried, though of course it's not. Hugh might do the cooking, and actually wear an apron while he's at it, but he also chops the firewood, repairs the hot-water heater, and could tear off my arm with no more effort than it takes to uproot a dandelion.
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lgbt
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David Sedaris |
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fb20913
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I am an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort.
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oscar-wilde
lgbt
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E.M. Forster |
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55039e5
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Was it love or wasn't it that she felt for Carol? And how absurd it was that she didn't even know. She had heard about girls falling in love, and she knew what kind of people they were and what they looked like. Neither she nor Carol looked like that. Yet the way she felt about Carol passed all the tests for love and fitted all the descriptions.
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stereotypes
love
patricia-highsmith
the-price-of-salt
lesbian
lgbt
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Patricia Highsmith |
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41e9814
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the Bible is only as good and decent as the person reading it.
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bible-interpretation
lgbt
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Dan Savage |
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1f6d3e7
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Will put his hand on Nico's shoulder. 'Nico, we need to have another talk about your people skills.' 'Hey, I'm just stating the obvious. If this is Apollo, and he dies, we're all in trouble.' Will turned to me. 'I apologize for my boyfriend.' Nico rolled his eyes. 'Could you not--' 'Would you prefer special guy?' Will asked. 'Or significant other?' 'Significant annoyance, in your case,' Nico grumbled.
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romance
humor
lgbt
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Rick Riordan |
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77cfc27
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She thought of people she had seen holding hands in movies, and why shouldn't she and Carol?
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in-the-closet
patricia-highsmith
the-price-of-salt
gay-rights
lesbian
lgbt
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Patricia Highsmith |
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3abfd33
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But if I die without trying again, I'm a coward. I don't mind having regrets about stuff I've done. It's the regrets about stuff I haven't done that bother me.
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fiction
lgbt
horror
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Poppy Z. Brite |
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00920fe
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Do not start. Do not blush. Let us admit in the privacy of our own society that these things sometimes happen. Sometimes women do like women.
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lgbt
sexuality
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Virginia Woolf |
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1229602
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Ah, relationships. If he was lucky, Luke thought, he would never have another one.
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fiction
lgbt
horror
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Poppy Z. Brite |
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ed499bb
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And what was I if not death's ghostwriter?
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fiction
lgbt
horror
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Poppy Z. Brite |
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c2408ae
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At any rate, Therese thought, she was happier than she ever had been before. And why worry about defining everything?
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labels
happy
fluid-sexuality
patricia-highsmith
the-price-of-salt
lesbian
lgbt
sexuality
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Patricia Highsmith |
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813ce82
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She had seen just now what she had only sensed before, that the whole world was ready to be their enemy, and suddenly what she and Carol had together seemed no longer love or anything happy but a monster between them, with each of them caught in a fist.
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love
patricia-highsmith
the-price-of-salt
starcrossed-lovers
impossible-love
lesbian
society
lgbt
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Patricia Highsmith |
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13f965f
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...It had all happened in that instant she had seen Carol standing in the middle of the floor, watching her. Then the realization that so much had happened after that meeting made her feel incredibly lucky suddenly. It was so easy for a man and woman to find each other, to find someone who would do, but for her to have found Carol-
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romantic
love
patricia-highsmith
the-price-of-salt
lesbian
lucky
lgbt
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Patricia Highsmith |
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0792532
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The eye of youth is very observant. Youth has its moments of keen intuition, even normal youth -- but the intuition of those who stand mi-way between the sexes is so ruthless, so poignant, so deadly, as to be in the nature of an added scourge...
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gay-teen
queer-youth
trans
lgbtq
lesbian
queer
lgbt
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Radclyffe Hall |
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84f3083
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this is only the beginning. Many die, many kill their bodies and souls, but they cannot kill the justice of God, even they cannot kill the eternal spirit. From their very degradation that spirit will rise up to demand of the world compassion and justice
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social-exclusion
lgbt
despair
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Radclyffe Hall |
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818344e
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"He hesitates, then says, "You don't think Otter... gets offended by what I say?" He begins to speak faster. "I mean, I don't care who Otter sleeps with. I don't care that he's a fa- gay. I don't care that he's gay. Why would I ?" He grins thinly. "He's my brother. You don't turn away from someone like him just because he likes sick instead if the good stuff."
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romance
otter
m-m
lgbt
gay
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T.J. Klune |
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fc82966
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It shook Therese in the profoundest part of her where no words were, no easy words like death or dying or killing Those words were somehow future, and this was present. An inarticulate anxiety, a desire to know, know anything for certain, had jammed itself in her throat for a moment she felt she could hardly breathe.
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love
carol-aird
therese
therese-belivet
lesbian
lgbt
gay
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Patricia Highsmith |
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efd9e76
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They must live outside class, without relations or money; they must work and stick to each other till death. But England belonged to them. That, besides companionship, was their reward. Her air and sky were theirs, not the timorous millions' who own stuffy little boxes, but never their own souls.
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happiness
love
homosexuality
england
lgbt
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E.M. Forster |
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919c39d
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Too late, too late, your love gave me life. Here am I the creature you made through your loving; by your passion you created the thing that I am. Who are you to deny me the right to love? But for you I need never have known existence.
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love
lgbtq
lgbt
mother
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Radclyffe Hall |
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22cc161
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"Cecil reached for Dave, but Dave stepped back. "Dave, why are you doing this? You're not getting paid. Lovejoy called you off the case. You want the truth? You're compulsive. You can't leave it alone. You're like Adam Streeter, you know that? You live for danger." "I live for justice," Dave said. "Justice is a dream," Cecil scoffed, "a romantic ideal. Who the fuck gets justice in this life?(...)" --
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lgbt
mystery
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Joseph Hansen |
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383fe53
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A slow nature such as Maurice's appears insensitive, for it needs time even to feel. Its instinct is to assume that nothing either for good or evil has happened, and to resist the invader. Once gripped, it feels acutely, and its sensations in love are particularly profound. Given time, it can know and impart ecstasy; given time, it can sink to the heart of Hell.
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love
lgbt
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E.M. Forster |
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9816d45
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I mean, if I'm going to go to all the trouble of being gay and everything, I might as well tell people.
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lgbt
gay
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Michael Thomas Ford |
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f4d3e7c
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"The second dream is more difficult to convey. Nothing happened. He scarcely saw a face, scarcely heard a voice say, "That is your friend," and then it was over, having filled him with beauty and taught him tenderness. He could die for such a friend, he would allow such a friend to die for him; they would make any sacrifice for each other, and count the world nothing, neither death nor distance nor crossness could part them, because "this is my friend."
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dreams
love
lgbt
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E.M. Forster |
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b70fcfd
|
When we look at stories of renaming in the Bible, we often find that a character is handed a new name they never asked for. While I'm sure Abraham treasured the new name and promise God gave him, and while Peter probably felt honored in the moment Jesus proclaimed him the bedrock of the church, not everybody comes by their new name so easily. Some people have to fight for it.
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christianity
faith
transgender
lgbt
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Austen Hartke |
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0cb617c
|
"Get your sticky fingers away from my cookies," Ben ordered, without turning his head, to see Jaxton trying to steal one from the cooking tray. "You weren't saying that last night," Jaxton retaliated, coming up to Ben's side, to give him a nudge. They were both smiling, while looking down at the counter, where Ben was making his delicious rosemary cookies. "In fact, I seem to remember you grabbing my sticky fingers and putting them in your mouth," he teased, speaking quietly, so that Lyon wouldn't hear them at the other side of the room. Ben turned to Jaxton and abandoned his baking, to catch his face in flour covered hands and plant a deep kiss on his lips. Jaxton opened his mouth, in acceptance of his kiss. ~ From the Heart"
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romance
relationship
music
friendship
love
cello
mm
notes
lgbt
gay
novel
short-stories
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Elaine White |
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7e2163f
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The photographer frames the shot, writers frame their world.
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feminism
book-writing
lgbt
|
Jeanette Winterson |
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d91c816
|
"My whole life I've been ordered about. Now I shall give the orders." I've never seen Felicity so wounded. "Not me," she says. "I never ordered you about." "Oh, Fee." The old Pippa surfaces for just a moment, hopeful and childlike. She pulls Felicity to her. Something I cannot name passes between them, and then Pip's lips are on Fee's in a deep kiss, as if they feed on one another, their fingers entwined in each other's hair. And suddenly, I understand what I must have always known about them--the private talks, the close embraces, the tenderness of their friendship. A blush spreads across my neck at the thought. How could I not have seen it before?"
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kiss
gemma-doyle
gemma-doyle-trilogy
libba-bray
pippa-cross
the-sweet-far-thing
lgbt
trilogy
|
Libba Bray |
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1e13d0c
|
Men did not touch each other as Karadur touched this man unless they were lovers. But there was more between them, a connection, a feeling that was present even when they sat apart.
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mm-romance
lgbt
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Elizabeth A. Lynn |