#gay authors

[casperolivervo]

Using vampirism as an allegory for experiencing trauma and moving forward forever changed really makes writing far more fulfilling for me. This is why I love playing in horror! ✨️

[grizzcore]

My partner has finished their trilogy. A three part story told from three point of views

A knight who gave up his identity as a princess to pursue his own truth, only for the life he’s built for himself to be disrupted. His twin brother had been put to death by the Holy Army years ago when his father resisted the occupation, and Mychal had taken his brothers name to honor him as he found his peace- but now must take on his identity to reclaim their homeland- and his betrothal to Samira, his own childhood best friend after his fathers death leaves the land vulnerable.

A princess- her whole life she’s been promised to a man. Her First betrothed , Mychal Halwood was executed alongside his mother by the Holy Armies of her next promised match, Riyan Duane, Godhead of the Duality. As she prepares for her declaration, and second engagement- she sees a familiar face. One that is almost her best friend who fled years ago, but also a ghost of a boy long dead. Her discontent brings about a discovery of magic- but it isn’t the only thing Samira is struggling to understand about herself in the time before her holy wedding.

A prince with secrets. Years ago he helped his betrothed escape into the night, after a startling admission- they never should have been a princess at all. Since then Edris has been left with a horrifying question- is there another way to live? Is it that easy to choose your own desires, over the weight of the title you’ve held since birth? Can someone dare to carry both? And what will he do when that very same escapee returns and starts an army under the name of a boy his own father had executed? When someone is pursuing dreams you won’t let yourself have, is it easier to call them lies?

The Heretic Prince , the first novel in a trilogy by my amazing partner- needs YOUR help to be brought into the light! Donate now if you’re interested in a queer story , or three, by a queer author.

You can also follow the author @whatfordyouyearn and the series page @thehereticprinceseries

[peggy-sue-reads-a-book]

[grayslothwrites]

“What shall we do today?” the boy asked

The other took a moment “It doesn’t matter to me. As long as I’m with you”

[mr-oscarwilde]

Surely we can do better by now

It seems that every time someone gets involved in the Oscar fandom these days, it’s the same thing over and over again, and it’s really just brain-numbingly frustrating at this point, after years of seeing it happen.

Wilde (1997) is a beautiful and beloved film and does a wonderful job of giving a sense of Oscar and his story. But it is just that: a sense. It should not need to be said, but apparently, it must be: you cannot use a film as a piece of historical fact. It is not possible to convey the complexity and nuance of something such as the life of Oscar Wilde in two short hours.

In the same vein, you cannot use De Profundis as a piece of historical fact, either. As a primary document? Yes. An insight into Oscar’s mind at a specific time? Yes. As an objective observation of fact? No! Coming from two people with degrees involving history-- when do we ever use documents such as De Profundis objectively in any other piece of academic work? And the Richard Ellmann biography, published in the 1960s -- how many inaccuracies is that known to contain? How much has scholarship advanced in sixty years?

Ah, and weren’t Robbie and Bosie such rivals, as shown in Wilde, and The Happy Prince? Nope-- it was not until many years later that their friendship fell apart.

Their common secrets, and a mutual love of the world of art as revealed by Wilde, created a fast intimacy between Robbie and Bosie. Robbie had never known his father and Bosie had been disappointed and hurt by his. Both had chosen a new father figure in the person of Oscar. They were brothers. (Laura Lee, Oscar’s Ghost)

The funeral fight is a myth, too; Bosie and Robbie were ‘on terms of great friendship’ at the time. Additionally, Oscar and Robbie were not some perfect ‘couple’ to be pitted against Bosie. Oscar was in love with Bosie. Robbie had a distinct life away from Oscar; why do we not discuss that? Why do we not admire Robbie’s actual long-term relationships with other men? He had a fifteen-year partnership with More Adey, for example-- another friend of Oscar’s. And, after prison, Oscar used Robbie as he needed; he wrote letters saying one thing to him, whilst doing another. And yet those are the letters that have formed the accepted narrative.

Bosie, as well as Oscar, was a flawed man; but would Oscar have been in love with, and so inspired by, someone evil? Is it not a disservice to Oscar, to mindlessly criticise Bosie? He was a wonderful poet in his own right; he generously gave away clothes to rent boys (the letters Wilde suggests he left carelessly lying about were, in fact, stolen by Alfred Wood); before everything, even Constance had seemingly grown close to Bosie’s mother, and she (and Oscar) visited her often; he never abandoned Oscar, and especially not financially-- he had both his mother, and his brother Percy, supporting Oscar financially during the trial, and after prison, Bosie himself continued to support Oscar, with he and Percy providing a substantial allowance for him; Bosie bought Oscar lovely gifts in return (a silver cigarette case still exists today to attest to this); even in 1903, Bosie paid off an outstanding debt of Oscar’s amounting to 600 francs.

Is it also not worth considering that throughout the years they were together, there are only specific instances dragged up over and over again? Oscar was not some passive spectator in his own life.

Wilde was not a martyr to Victorian morality: he was its enemy, and he was hardly the passive victim of his contemporaries’ prejudices […] According to Lord Alfred Douglas, Wilde retained in his last years “an extraordinarily buoyant and happy temperament, a splendid sense of humour, and an unrivalled faculty for enjoyment of the moment.” Douglas has frequently been disparaged because of the self-aggrandizing strains to the numerous accounts of Wilde he published in the decades before his death in 1945, but he knew and loved Wilde more intimately than any other individual in the period with which we are concerned, and there is more than a hint of truth to his observations […] (Nicholas Frankel, Oscar Wilde: The Unrepentant Years)

This is not a post excusing any behaviour that truly occurred-- but it is a plea for people to read a damn book before they start making nasty and/or uninformed posts. There shouldn’t be such a thing as a ‘Bosie-apologist’, or whatever else people are labelled. Historians put aside their biases (or they ought to, in consideration of some of Oscar’s biographers). It’s time some people here started to do the same.

[pythiaswine]

Four years ago I read Boy Erased by Garrard Conley and this paragraph here I wrote down because it put into words perfectly what my mindset has always been growing up gay.

"Though over the years I'd done my best to pretend otherwise, I'd had a string of male crushes that wouldn't go away, a constant guilty ache that ran through my body for so long that I came to believe the feeling was just a part of what it meant to be alive. The only moments when the ache became a sharp pain were when I allowed myself to imagine a happy life with these crushes, a rarity to be sure. As Cosby spoke, I wondered what it felt like to see yourself reflected in every movie, to have friends and family constantly dropping fun little hints about your love life, to have the world open up to you in all its magnificence. What did it feel like to not have to think about your every move, to not be scrutinized for everything you did, to not have to lie every day? In my most stubborn moments—the moments that must have accumulated to such a degree that the blond-haired boy distrusted me—I told myself that it must have felt really dull to be straight. When I was my most stubborn self, I thought, This affliction is what makes me smarter. This disadvantage is what gives me my ambition. This is what first inspired me to write."

[rasheednewsonauthor]

[van-eazy]

It’s that time again!

New chapters of Polari Farsi are available free to stream now on YouTube

It’s a story that takes place in the future where (almost) everyone on Earth is gay

[385bookreviews]

2.192 This Book Is Gay by Juno Dawson

SPOILERS

Pages: 266

Read Time: 3 hours and 11 minutes

Overall Rating: ★★★★☆

Genre: YA Nonfiction

TWs for the book: Discussions of s*x, drugs, STIs, HIV/AIDS, homophobia, transphobia, religion, self harm, and su*c*d*l thoughts.

POV: First person

Time Period/Location: This book was originally published in 2014, but I read the revised version that was published in 2021. It covers LGBTQ+ issues all over the world, but mostly in the United States and the United Kingdom. 

In this self-proclaimed handbook to all things LGBTQ+, trans author Juno Dawson goes over all of the main topics that come up for queer youth and adults, including stereotypes, terminology, coming out, labels, safe s*x, healthy relationships, the gay scene, and homophobia around the world. I feel as though it was a good, comprehensive summary for someone who has just come out or people who are curious about the community. I read half of the original book a couple of years ago and was disappointed by the lack of transgender representation. As Juno Dawson as come out as transgender between now and then, the revised version is definitely more inclusive. Nonbinary people got quite a bit sidelined, and there were a few negative opinions on polyamorous people. Juno Dawson does have another book, however, exclusively about trans topics called What’s The T?, so I am hoping that book will hold more of the nonbinary representation I personally was looking for. The writing tone wasn’t my absolute favor, filled with a lot of all caps words, internet slang and abbreviations, and some goofy dialogue, but this book is targeted towards a young adult audience so it entirely makes sense and puts things in a very easy to understand way. The drawings in it were cute, and I appreciated that Juno Dawson did not shy away from very important conversations about s*x and STIs like HIV/AIDS. It’s also worth noting that she included a lot of exerts written by queer people with different perspectives from her own.

[resentful-reads]

Desmond by Ulysses Grant Dietz

[aetherthegayboi]

Raaah ive been working on a story for a while and imma just post the prologue cus why not

Prologue:

Boom!

An explosion rattled the building as emergency lights and alarms went off, and a faint crimson-red glow illuminated a dark corridor, something was creeping closer and closer. A low growl made the very floor tremble as Kev stared down the corridor. Suddenly, something came blasting towards him. Its head and eyes twitching from a large scratch across the eyes, it was growling and snapping wildly as a thick red substance oozed out of its mouth. Suddenly, he was pulled into a dark room by his co-worker before he could even begin to comprehend what he saw. They stared at the open door, the monster's head looked familiar… Could it be..?

It was Seb, the head scientist… But why had the monster taken on his form of all people? Did it? Did it try shape shifting into him? Kev and James shook in fear as the monster crept into the room, fortunately its eyes were damaged from a fight with some of the armed guards and it was unable to see the pair… for now at least. They took the opportunity and quickly hurried out of the room and sped down the corridor as they heard a loud crash coming from the room they just left, sending a new wave of adrenaline coursing through their bodies, encouraging them to only run faster.

“What the hell was that thing?!” Kev asked in a panicked yell as he felt like crying in fear for his life.

“Something they didn’t want us knowing about...” James responded, in a hushed and fearful tone as he continued to sprint down the corridor, never turning back for a second, he didn’t need to as he continued to sprint down the corridor, never turning back for a second, he didn’t need to.

A loud wet slap echoed throughout the hall, followed by a low growl.

It was hunting them.

It was inching closer, its head just about to peek around the corner. Kev and James were flat against the wall attempting to hide and held their breath, hoping it wouldn’t be able to spot them with its injured eye…

Hoping…

Just as the beast was about to turn the corner, someone let out an ear piercing scream, taking both Kev, James, and the monster it would seem by surprise as it quickly lost interest in the two and went slithering into a vent to go after the source of the scream. James and Kev let out a sigh of relief as they tried to compose themselves as they had just narrowly escaped an encounter with death himself as they took deep breaths to try and get over the adrenaline that had just coursed through and blinded their minds.

James looked at Kev “We need to find the armoury if we want a fighting chance.” He spoke in between deep breaths as his voice was still shaky from fear. Kev nodded, fortunately for the two, Kev had access to the armoury, and it wasn’t too far away, so they began making their way. They quietly walked through the dark facility, not wanting any chance to alert the beats again to their presence as they were light on their feet to avoid any of the metal creaking beneath their feet. Their path was only being illuminated by the seconds' short flashes of red from the still blaring alarms which had just turned into white noise for the two.

Soon, they reached the armoury, only to be greeted with about a dozen dead and mutilated bodies of both researchers and soldiers alike, all of them missing a head and covered in fresh crimson blood. The creature had to have been nearby, and with that thought in the forefront of their minds, the two wasted no time in grabbing rifles and pistols, or anything they could get their hands on. Suddenly, the wet slapping sound returned, and it was only growing louder. As James turned around to the source of the noise, his face went pale.

There it was, standing in the doorway, seemingly staring them down with its non-existent eyes and its head tilted. Kev slowly raised the assault rifle he had in his hands, but before he could get a shot off at this horrendous beast, James put a hand on the barrel of the rifle and gently lowered it. Suddenly, the creature melted into a pile of red ooze right in front of them. There was a moment of shared confusion and silence between the two as they glanced between each other… had they just seen the same thing? Before they could even think of asking any questions, the pile of ooze slowly reformed into a two legged creature jolted forward into the room as it was getting used to its new form. Its growls echoed throughout the room as Kev and James tried manoeuvring past it as they both just gave each other confused looks, but they kept the creature firmly within their sights at all times. Before they could react, it turned to James and slammed him forcefully into a wall before letting out a blood curdling cry as it pounced towards Kev, who desperately let off a flurry of shots off at the creature, to little effect. The creature’s body was torn apart by the shots, but it didn’t seem to hurt it, or if it did, it only enraged the creature more.

The creature grabbed onto Kev’s head with a clawed hand and raised him off the ground and into the air with ease, as if he weighed nothing to this beast. Kev let out a cry as he felt the creature begin to squeeze his head slowly, digging in its sharp claws easily into his skin as he felt blood beginning to trickle down his head. He felt like he was being suffocated in this creature’s fist, but that feeling wouldn’t last any longer. His head was crushed within a matter of seconds.

The limp body fell to the floor as the beast then got on its hands and knees and began to lick up the blood and lick its hands clean and nibble on any bits of squashed brain matter of shattered skull with a new found hunger before it moved onto the body.

James pushed himself back onto his feet, only to be greeted to the sigh of his dead coworker's body being ripped apart as the monster began to tear off his limbs into more manageable chunks before gulping them down with little effort. He was quick to run out of the room as fast as he could, however, this alerted the monster to his escape as the monster let out a loud bellowing roar and began to chase after him crashing, however, the beast was clumsy in its new form, easily knocking into the sharp turns of the facility or tripping over its own feet itself, causing it to hit the floor with a fleshy thud as it was knocked down for a couple of seconds, before it pulled itself back up and began its chase, only now with a battered pride.

James turned a corner and quickly hid in a small cleaning room and shut the door behind him and tried to barricade it with whatever he could as he could hear the beast continuing its search for him. From the keyhole, he could see blood dripping from its hands and mouth after devouring Kev, a bit of flesh stuck in his teeth. James covered his mouth, sobbing quietly over the death of his friend, as well as trying to block out the horrible stench of blood and death.

Once he watched the monster make its way past the cleaning room with a slight growl of annoyance. James gave himself a moment to breathe before cautiously exiting the room as he checked the way the creature had gone, just to make sure it was completely gone.

Before James could even react, he felt something grab him by the shoulders and lift him up into the air, and before he could think to comprehend what was happening to him, he felt a pair of jaws with jagged teeth dig into his neck and rip through it like paper, barely allowing him a moment to scream out for help that would never come.

Blood sprayed all over the walls, painting them crimson as the beast began to gut him, throwing his guts to the side as it began to devour his body in an eerie quiet.

Head over to my wattpad if ya wanna read more lol

@spookyybritwriter

[beauttifullife]

For those of you who don’t know, after 10+ years of writing fanfiction, I am finally writing my first sapphic novel.

I am so excited about this story, and can honestly say that this novel is some my best writing to-date. I’ve been wanting to write a fantasy wlw book for a while now, and I have finally have the outline written and the first 4 chapters finalized.

I plan on publishing on Amazon KDP at the end of 2023. Here is a sneak peek of the cover and back page of the book. Enjoy!

[kallin-mcpherson]

Some beautiful statuary at Ceasers palace Las Vegas.

[grayslothwrites]

I love writing (I’m pulling the hair out of my head in frustration)

[riverkaterina]

Entry #3

Journal,

Though I do love life here, it's not as innocent as I painted it to be. At night, undead zombies and skeletons rise and attack both myself and the villagers. Strange green creatures will charge at you and explode, and large spiders turn aggressive after dusk. Strange skeletons wearing rags appear in the snowy areas, stray souls that perhaps suffocated in the snowbanks. I try not to think too deeply into where they come from, or what happens to them after I destroy them. I used to think of it as killing them, but have come to the conclusion that you can't kill something that's already dead, or something that never lived. The skeletons' bones scatter and their bows fall to the ground. The zombies fall into piles of rotted flesh the others seem to fade from existence, save from small remains of their bodies. I've become more focused on the villages and improving them to avoid the dark places these monsters lead my mind. But, I fear I won't be able to ignore them for too long. The iron golems are cracked and I'm running out of blaze powder from Village 4's chapel for healing potions. I can't even begin to think of where it comes from. For now I'm trying to focus on those improvements I mentioned, specifically finding a fast way to travel from village to village. I have tamed and ridden many horses, but I would like a more universal system. Wish me luck.

Signed,

Traveler

[thebarefootcajun]

Sage, Love at First Sight

His name escapes me, but his face clearly flashes before me

The eyes, sage green, as looking onto a patch of herbal sage at its peak

His smell, the same, not green, but smelled intensely of sage

Earthy aroma

A bed with sage strewn about as he tossed and turned at night

Oils permeating his manly body

It was years ago, maybe 1970 when he glanced at me from across the dilapidated pine bar

We sat at opposites ends

He wore a cowboy hat winged up at the sides

With no idea of what the crown of his head looked like since he never removed his hat

Don’t remember much of his body other than the sage green eyes

Don’t remember much of his smell other than the all encompassing smell of earthy sage

I know we must have made love in one of the motel rooms associated with the Pine Bar

I’ve a penchant for men with cowboy hats, especially ones who wear them while making love

The first and only time I made love to a man where we both stood the whole time

An intense way to make love, vertical the whole time

Hard work, I remember, but well worth the exercise

Naked except for his cowboy hat, incredibly a turn on for me

An erection that lasted hours as if on viagra and it wasn’t even a thing yet

That sage man was hot

He made me hot and bothered in a good way

Maybe he never told me his name

Possibly, why I can’t remember it

For me, he’s Sage

Perchance, salt and pepper hair

I remember his pubic hair, where no secrets hide

His was salt and pepper

It’s where testosterone levels rage

Sadly I can’t remember a whole lot more about Sage

However, he was impressive

We spent the night together, he covered his head with his cowboy hat, you know like you might see in the movies, or a western series, sleeping on a bed roll

Maybe you’ve surmised that I fell in love with his eyes and smell, two of the sexiest attributes in men

I must have told him I loved him, because I did and still do

Love at first sight