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“I am an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort.”
― E.M. Forster, Maurice

“I suppose it’s not a social norm, and not a manly thing to do â€� to feel, discuss feelings. So that’s what I’m giving the finger to. Social norms and stuff…what good are social norms, really? I think all they do is project a limited and harmful image of people. It thus impedes a broader social acceptance of what someone, or a group of people, might actually be like.”
― Jess C Scott, New Order

“Jared?â€� His fingers were playing gently in my curls.
“Yes?� I was more than halfway asleep, perfectly warm and content, back in my own bed. With him.
“Say it for me.�
“You’re heavy.�
“N´Ç.â€�
“You’re a manipulative bastard.�
“N´Ç.â€� He was laughing.
“You’re right.�
He gave one hard tug on my hair. “That’s not it either.�
“I love you?�
He sighed contentedly. “That’s the one.”
― Marie Sexton, Promises

“The odds had been stacked against us from the start: we had no manual, no one to show us the way. Not one example of a happy couple made up of boys. How were we supposed to know what to do? Did we even believe that we deserved to get away with happiness?”
― Tomasz Jedrowski, Swimming in the Dark

“I was determined that in fiction anyway two men should fall in love and remain in it for the ever and ever that fiction allows.”
― E.M. Forster

“We need to get you to stop thinking of me as a friend, and start thinking of me as that incredibly hot mechanic you’re sleeping with.â€�
“You are a friend, why do we need to do that?�
“Because you’re stiff as a board and not in the way I want you to be.”
― Elle Parker, Like Coffee and Doughnuts

“That men of this kind despise women, though a not uncommon belief, is one which hardly appears to be justified. Indeed, though naturally not inclined to 'fall in love' in this direction, such men are by their nature drawn rather near to women, and it would seem that they often feel a singular appreciation and understanding of the emotional needs and destinies of the other sex, leading in many cases to a genuine though what is called 'Platonic' friendship. There is little doubt that they are often instinctively sought after by women, who, without suspecting the real cause, are conscious of a sympathetic chord in the homogenic which they miss in the normal man.”
― Edward Carpenter, The Intermediate Sex: A Study Of Some Transitional Types Of Men And Women

“So he was queer, E.M. Forster. It wasn't his middle name (that would be 'Morgan'), but it was his orientation, his romping pleasure, his half-secret, his romantic passion. In the long-suppressed novel Maurice the title character blurts out his truth, 'I'm an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort.' It must have felt that way when Forster came of sexual age in the last years of the 19th century: seriously risky and dangerously blurt-able. The public cry had caught Wilde, exposed and arrested him, broken him in prison. He was one face of anxiety to Forster; his mother was another. As long as she lived (and they lived together until she died, when he was 66), he couldn't let her know.”
― Michael Levenson

“You know,â€� Flynn said, pausing to look over the brim of the glasses at him, “when you start shouting „soundproof booth!â€� I can pretty much tell you‟re thinking about me.â€�
“As long as the „whatâ€� remains a mystery, I‟ll die a happy man,â€� Jerry said.”
― Sarah Madison, Unspeakable Words

“It would be a mistake to suppose that all Urnings must be woman-haters. Quite the contrary. They are not seldom the faithfulest friends, the truest allies, and most convinced defenders of women.”
― Otto de Joux, Die Enterbten des Liebesgliickes. Ein Beitrag zur Seelenkunde

“He caught Ben's come in the napkin, the smell making his mouth water harder than any chile sauce could.”
― BA Tortuga, Collars and Cuffs

“Without the war, without this magnificent summer, this absence of men, would we ever have met?”
― Philippe Besson, In the Absence of Men

“How deep congenital sex-inversion roots may be gathered from the fact that the pleasure-dream of the male Urning has to do with male persons, and of the female with females.”
― Richard von Krafft-Ebing, Psychopathia Sexualis: A Medico-Legal Study

“As long as she lived Stephen never forgot her first impressions of the bar known as Alec's—that meeting-place of the most miserable of all those who comprised the miserable army. That merciless, drug-dealing, death-dealing haunt to which flocked the battered remnants of men whom their fellow-men had at last stamped under; who, despised of the world, must despise themselves beyond all hope, it seemed, of salvation. There they sat, closely herded together at the tables, creatures shabby yet tawdry, timid yet defiant—and their eyes, Stephen never forgot their eyes, those haunted, tormented eyes of the invert.

Of all ages, all degrees of despondency, all grades of mental and physical ill-being, they must yet laugh shrilly from time to time, must yet tap their feet to the rhythm of music, must yet dance together in response to the band—and that dance seemed the Dance of Death to Stephen. On more than one hand was a large, ornate ring, on more than one wrist a conspicuous bracelet; they wore jewellery that might only be worn by these men when they thus gathered together. At Alec's they could dare to give way to such tastes—what was left of themselves they became at Alec's.

Bereft of all social dignity, of all social charts contrived for man's guidance, of the fellowship that by right divine should belong to each breathing, living creature; abhorred, spat upon, from their earliest days the prey to a ceaseless persecution, they were now even lower than their enemies knew, and more hopeless than the veriest dregs of creation. For since all that to many of them had seemed fine, a fine selfless and at times even noble emotion, had been covered with shame, called unholy and vile, so gradually they themselves had sunk down to the level upon which the world placed their emotions. And looking with abhorrence upon these men, drink-sodden, doped as were only too many, Stephen yet felt that some terrifying thing stalked abroad in that unhappy room at Alec's; terrifying because if there were a God His anger must rise at such vast injustice. More pitiful even than her lot was theirs, and because of them mighty should be the world's reckoning.”
― Radclyffe Hall, The Well of Loneliness

“Jesus loves you.' Yeah, yeah. Eat my asshole.”
― Trevor Church, Not the Default: Essays on Sexuality

“All you needed to turn you gay are tigers and meth.”
― Trevor Church, Not the Default: Essays on Sexuality

“Made profoundly aware of his mortality, Keynes decided in 1937 to set up a permanent fund that would provide Duncan Grant, now fifty-two, with a regular annual income. Although it had been twenty-five years since Grant and Keynes had been lovers or lived together, their importance to each other had endured.”
― Jeffrey Escoffier, John Maynard Keynes

“For me it wor t' opposite. I thought, "Brilliant, I'm different. Special." I thought, "Yeah, this is all right, really." Cause it meant I wouldn't be tied down by all that girlfriend, relationship, family crap, and I wor free to do what I wanted. ... The same old bicycle wheel going round and round.”
― Stevan Alcock, Blood Relatives

“he waves a hand at the table of food nearby, holding our first course- "but his punctuality is neither my fault nor my problem.”
― Victoria Aveyard, War Storm

“If it were in his destiny, which he felt it never would be, to love and be loved, he could imagine a way of love quite different from what he had just seen.”
― Angela Thirkell, Before Lunch

“That was the gay scene. You just lived for sex, that's all.”
― Debi Marshall, Banquet: The Untold Story of Adelaide's Family Murders

“- But if I am going to fail, I say.
- If I am not going to end up in LA after all spending weekends with you and watching our dreams come true,
I don’t want to risk falling for you again just to say goodbye, I guess.”
― Robby Weber, If You Change Your Mind

“Um negro, gay, rico e feliz pode incomodar muita gente.”
― Luiz Biajoni, O Crime no Edifício Giallo

“Healing means finding the courtage to create new moments of joy”
― Lee Quail, Love, Planes, & Heartache

“When you're stoned, a month feels like a minute, but when it's leaving your system, a minute can last several years, maybe even the rest of your life.”
― Trevor Church, The Gospel According to a Basket-Case

“I cared about Stephano a lot, or the idea of him at least. I can't separate people from the idea of us sometimes.”
― Trevor Church, My First 500 Lovers

“Everything I love about myself is a confidence a man has given me, and everything I hate about myself is a scar a man has left me.”
― Trevor Church, My First 500 Lovers

“Du musst lernen, um das zu bitten, was Du willst, sonst wirst du es nicht bekommen, Junge.”
― Catt Ford, A Strong Hand

“It's just too easy for a gay black man to drown amid the names of dead black gay men.”
― Saeed Jones, How We Fight For Our Lives

“I discovered I had rejected my own masculinity, but not because I didn’t want to be a boy... I simply wasn’t very good at it.”
― Todd Norman Ringness, Not Like All the Other Boys: My Unplanned Journey Into Faith and Identity