Books That Made Me Gay
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Books that Made Me Gay: “The Vampire Lestat” by Anne Rice
Decades before Stephenie Meyer shook up high schools worldwide with her anemic, Mormon vampires and years before Buffy ever kissed Spike, Anne Rice, the spiritual godmother to each beautifully insane individual to ever post horny slash fic on AO3 and…
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Books That Made Me Gay: “Spoiled Milk” by Avery Curran
The text opens with a charming dramatis personae introducing us to six living schoolgirls and one schoolgirl newly deceased. The dead girl is Violet Kirsch. On the night of her eighteenth birthday, Violet, this lithe and agile, dynamic girl, toppled…
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Books That Made Me Gay: “The Vanishers” by Heidi Julavits
Or maybe not. We can never know how clearly we are being seen by another, nor how clearly we have seen them. Undoubtedly, we contaminate one another. Autumn dawns and there is a party, a party game.
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Books That Made Me Gay: “The Haunting of Hill House” by Shirley Jackson
The mansion, introduced in the novel’s famous and enchanting first paragraph as, “Hill House, not sane,” is a home with a foreboding facade, an unhappy history, and walls set at angles all ever so slightly wrong.
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Books That Made Me Gay: “Summer Sisters” by Judy Blume
Having swiped my mother’s mass market paperback from her bedside, I read it while our babysitter smoked weed with her boyfriend outside.