pretty much all classic lit comes off as a lil gay because the idea that two friendly characters of the same gender could be read as romantically interested in each other was so alien to the authors that they had no reason to not use the most florid and intense language possible, the kind that is usually kept just for love interests in contemporary literature, so you go into a lot of it expecting to giggle a little bit and say "fellas..." to yourself every so often, but then sometimes you read something so out there and so breathtakingly homosexual that it just floors you. like a paragraph where one man lovingly describes the shine of another man's eyes and the richness of his voice, or a passage where a woman calls her best friend the most beautiful creature on earth and reminisces about when they used to sleep naked together, and you just sit there like. hey would you guys like a queerness 101 pamphlet from my school's lgbtq center. it might help. also sometimes you read a passage that involves the word "sperm" and you have a desire to go sit in a large refrigerator for a while.
if you like a piece of media that is good eventually youll more or less run out of things to say about how good it is but if you like a piece of media that is objectively pretty mediocre but also somehow deeply compelling thats how the demons get you