#queerliterature

[kajapopko123456]

William S. Burroughs: A Man Within review by Kaja Popko

William S. Burroughs: A Man Within explores the life of a Beat writer who was arguably the grittiest and most bedeviling of the group. Despite his association with punk and grunge, Burroughs's work was lyrically plaintive and his voice provided a window to his ineffable sadness. The documentary features interviews with Burroughs and his admirers, but they frustratingly only alight on his literary significance when speaking in terms of personal influence. Leyser attempts to equate Burroughs's gun fetishism with Hunter S. Thompson's recklessness, but Burroughs's most accomplished fiction was the boiling run-off of his inner-demon-induced sweat. Burroughs epitomized the 20th-century ideal of the over-educated libertine and forever changed the conversation about sexual orientation, but his last boyfriend recounts an evening where he confessed his love, only to be laughingly dismissed. A Man Within persuasively argues that Burroughs's most dangerous addiction might have been the refusal of love.

Kaja_Popko

[laikynmeng]

You keep smiling as everything has finally worked out, and I'm terrified that it's the truth. Terrified we won't have long, I want to grab your hand and run before fate finds us. Before they know what breaths I take and can't afford to pay back. There's that goddamn laughter again, and I feel it in my skin. It feels so careless and natural that I almost lose my cool. You must know something I don't. I promised myself I would remain solitary, that love could not flow through me so deeply anymore. You're making fun of my fear. I instantly look around and pull my hand from yours. But you snicker as you shake your head. Two fingers twirl underneath my chin as you bring your lips onto mine without hesitation. So much purpose. I've never been kissed like this. It's not the first time I've kissed a woman. SHE'LL FIND ME BY LAIKYN MENG (Available on all platforms) #sapphicbook #sapphicromance #bookreview #bookphotography #bookrecommendations #igreads #gaybookstagram #lesbianromance #bookaddict #lgbtqia #bookcommunity #lgbtqreads #sapphicbooks #lgbtreads #queerliterature #lesbianfiction #wlw #bookaholic #bookblogger #queerromance #booklove #b #lgbtbookstagram #instabook #bisexual #instabooks #queerbook #lgbtqiabooks #wlwbooks #queerya https://www.instagram.com/p/CoHuQPrLG4R/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[pradaproust]

Joan Didion, ‘Play it as it Lays” and Julia Fox for Gay Times.

[shino-tenshi]

💔 "Warum konnte er nicht von mir lassen? Warum sah er nicht, wie er mich zerdrückte?" 💔

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[kinziethings]

REVIEW: The Fitful Sleep of Immigrants by Orlando Ortega-Medina

REVIEW: The Fitful Sleep of Immigrants by @OOrtegaMedina is very timely! Great story... emotional, twists and fast-paced! #books #comingsoon #LGBTQIAFiction #QueerLiterature

  Award-winning author and immigration attorney Orlando Ortega-Medina returns to 1990s San Francisco in The Fitful Sleep of Immigrants, a powerful family drama that plays out within a captivating legal thriller. Attorney Marc Mendes, the estranged son of a prominent rabbi and a burned-out lawyer with addiction issues, plots his exit from the big city to a more peaceful life in idyllic Napa…

[onallmybaldwinbooks]

Sergio Loo: el poeta y novelista gay de México - Homosensual

[thebookshelfmonster]

🪄📖 Happy Book Release Day to T.J. Klune's Under the Whispering Door!📖🪄 T.J. Klune's Under the Whispering Door is a complex work of contemporary fantasy which tells the story of recently deceased lawyer Wallace Price who struggles to understand life beyond the death of his uninspired and disappointing life as one of the living. The reaper Mei escorts him to a curious tea shop manned by the ferryman Hugo and his ghostly grandfather Nelson and ghost service dog Apollo. This tea shop was a "waiting station" for those like Wallace, where he would need to come to terms with his death and be ready to move on to whatever was next. This was easier said than done, especially with his growing attraction to Hugo and grudging fondness for Mei, Nelson and Apollo. The subject matter of this novel is weighty and potent, and the author tries to infuse levity and whimsy in its treatment, even as he navigates difficult questions about life, death, living, the purpose of life, and so on. The moments of humour in the story do not detract from the gravity of its subject but serves to highlight the same. While grief and coming to terms with grief is one of the underlying themes of the novel, regret and repentance are key to the action of the story. To the age old moral dilemma, what is the point of being good or bad in life in the face of the inevitability of death, Under the Whispering Door offers the simple yet reassuring response: "Because it's YOUR life ... It is what you make of it." 4/5 🌟 and full review on #goodreads of the #ARC of this book via #NetGalley #bookstagram #bookstagrammer #bookreview #bookarc #bookrelease #newbook #newrelease #tjklune #underthewhisperingdoor #advancedreaderscopy #booklover #contemporaryfantasy #fantasy #whimsical #queerfantasy #queerliterature #lgbtcommunity #thegoodplace #amancalledove #bookcommunity #newbookstagram #2021books #september2021 #septemberreads #fallreading #fallbooks #fallready https://www.instagram.com/p/CUG1nx8LxzC/?utm_medium=tumblr

[ahabsdaughter]

[thetseliotofyourlovesong]

The List

I have a list of things I have yet to do.

You are on it.

I never cross them off even when they’re half through because there’s only ever truth in ending—You

And I

Are unfinished.

Unfastened.

A shelving unit from ikea that collapses the minute you stack the last book on it.

The bungee on its way back —

down!

Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod

Again.

And again.

And again.

A room for two bleeding like a beacon of light trapped in place

Unfastened but upright

And all these fucking rocks orbiting us like goddamn could you guys calm the fuck down!?

Down.

Softer now.

She held me down when every instinct in my body said ravish this girl.

Attack what she holds dear—

Crash into a world that was never mine to begin with.

And I’d reach and breathe deep

And she’d drip into my lungs.

I’m puddled

Befuddled by this inability to resist—

Disgruntled when she’d wave the tip of her finger at me

“Tisk... tisk...”

And I’d nod...

“Yes ma’am.”

And each breath caught on the hooks of each hanger in her closet

Reaching depths that taught me I couldn’t stand if I lost it.

So I drove.

I rode as far as my bike would let me

And on no sleep, half lidded eyes I slid into my driveway begging the rain to pour one more out for me.

This fucking woman!

Like honey to a hive.

I’m buzzing.

Loving you was never easy.

It was always a fucking catastrophe

And I’m not talking birds and bees

But it would fucking sting.

Every time I’d turn out of your driveway and onto the highway

Every dime I spent trying not to cry that day.

Trying to behave like the adult I became before you came along and now I’m all of a sudden eight.

Jesus Christ!

I’d burst into tears if it even looked like rain.

A kaleidoscopic array of things I didn’t say.

Like when I said, “go.”

But I was begging you to stay.

Fuck!

I didn’t even think you were gay!

And then one day I’m looking for my glasses because I thought I packed everything away and when I got on my bike to drive away you were there.

Standing like a silent prayer.

Holding out my glasses with sleep still on your face.

And I died a little.

Because I was so sure I’d never see you again.

And then one day you’re in that same coffee shop next to the arcade where I stood in place with cement for boots. I couldn’t pivot or shift my eyes away.

In awe of you.

So I have this list...

And I’ve been thinking about crossing you off of it.

But we aren’t through.

[kylieaynyockey]

Beautiful, tender, hilarious, and in so many ways a mirror. I can’t even choose a favorite piece or line, so many parts were witty and insightful. @andrewgibby is an absolute wordsmith. 🖤 #lordofthebutterflies #poetry #collection #reading #book #butterflies #queerlit #queerliterature #buttonpoetry @buttonpoetry #poetrybook #poetrycollection https://www.instagram.com/p/B5Mfgjah6vc/?igshid=lf3lh5nt54vp

[adayinbookland]

Dec 18th, 2019 || i said i wasn’t gonna get any more books but after listening to the interview with the author that @thereadingwomen podcast did, i couldn’t resist. . the reviews for this one are great and i have massive expectations. this is probably the first book i’ve ever read set in Uruguay. . have you read it? if so, did you like it? ❄️ • • • #cantoras #carolinaderobertis #literaryfiction #queerreads #queerliterature #newbooks #booksandcandles #minibookhaul https://www.instagram.com/p/B6N1454osj8/?igshid=gds0n211azml

[yourmysticalloveuniverse]

He felt as if he were a character in Henry James; he began to suspect he was to be that man to whom nothing whatsoever was to happen.

Andrew Holleran, Dancer from the Dance

[laikynmeng]

"I hope I never know what it is like to live without you breathing beside me. Because the day you or someone else learns to love you better than I ever could, then it is a day I no longer have a purpose." -She'll Find Me, by Laikyn Meng https://books2read.com/u/mgPl7x #book #mmromance #bookreview #bookphotography #bookrecommendations #igreads #gaybookstagram #lesbianromance #bookaddict #lgbtqia #bookcommunity #lgbtqreads #sapphicbooks #lgbtreads #queerliterature #lesbianfiction #wlw #bookaholic #bookblogger #queerromance #booklove #b #lgbtbookstagram #instabook #bisexual #instabooks #queerbook #lgbtqiabooks #wlwbooks #queerya https://www.instagram.com/p/CnxFgCyhD26/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[runningwithinvisiblespectres]

"With some people, the minute you start talking, it feels like you've known them for years. It only means that you were supposed to meet sooner. You're feeling all the time you should've known each other, but didn't. That time still counts. You can definitely feel it."

-David Levithan

[abrasions]

Prepare for more fatalistic and impassioned musings on beauty and death, folks 😍 . . . . . #yukiomishima #mishima #confessionsofamask #japan #japaneseliterature #forbiddencolors #gay #bodybuilding #queerliterature #beauty #instagay #merrychristmasmrlawrence https://www.instagram.com/p/BqcnfEVgNLo5hoDABC6EeN-VEyo7sc57he606U0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1av7nyeka6xq1

[musingsofaqueerpakistani-blog]

It was a hazy May night in Hyderabad. He had come there to meet me all the way from Karachi in a bus. It was a week planned to be all about us.

We had just lied down on the bed. Our breathing patterns entwined as our lips did. My body ached. It hurt after a long day of being in each others arms, and of course, being in coitus. He picked up the body oil from the hidden compartment of my wardrobe. Asked me to lie on my back and he poured Lavender oil on my back. I could feel it serpentine down my back, as his warm hands started massaging my neck. His hands kept moving on my back in a rhythm. I felt them going towards the curves of my body as we both lost ourselves in ecstasy.

In moments, his body lied above mine.

Heat drew from his loins as he touched my buttock. We could feel each other moaning in delight. His touch on mine kept reminding me of our passion for each other. What was a massage had turned into so much more — as it always had between us.

His warm touch on my body left an imprint on my brain. He’s a love unforgotten, yet so far away physically.