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my friend and i were on the phone the other day, and i was rambling on about queer subtext in literature, and i said, “and you know who else is gay?” and she sighed and went “nick from the great gatsby, i know. you’ve told me before. a lot of times.”

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Quarantine challenge day two: how are you taking your lessons?

I wont have online classwork for two more weeks so for now I’m teaching myself things I’ve always wanted to learn about. I’ve been using my grandmothers old biology textbook and wow this things pretty! I had some online classes that I was already taking so I’m just continuing those as normal.

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“God and the devil are fighting there and the battlefield is the heart of man.”

Latin: Deus et Satan pugnant ibique campus est cor hominis .

Greek: ὁ θεός καὶ ὁ Σατάν μάχενται ἐνθάδε καὶ ἐν μάχῃ κρατεῖν ἐστί ἡ τοῦ ἀνθρώπου καρδία.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (1880)

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One of my short stories is basically a girl in the 1800s finding out that her aunt, the black sheep of the family, is a lesbian and when her lover died, she tricked the devil into making a deal with her. That deal allowed her to trap the soul of her dying lover inside a marble statue and the aunt lives on until she finds a way for them to be again. Yet the devil demanded a pay for his deeds or he will take her away from her stone lover for all of eternity. So the aunts agrees to corrupt the souls of innocent ones into sinning in return. Through her aunt, the girl begins to dwell in homosexuality, lavishing and all that is deemed evil

The story is called ‘The whispering grave’

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three stars stood aligned in the sky

watching the earth with their crystal clear eyes

as a fairy-girl sat in the city below

on a rooftop, bathed in a flood of pale-yellow.


the city, once buzzing, was quieter now

as the smoke of a cigarette merged in a cloud

and the fairy-girl sighed in a manner so deep

that just as the world was falling asleep


the birds in the trees seemed to stir in unease

as the fairy-girl whispered, “dear universe, please,

wake me up in the morning a decade from here

where the city is living

and certainty’s clear!”


and the stars in the sky seemed to murmur and jest

at the fairy-girl’s desperate whispers, but, yes

the moon up above them could certainly hear

and she said to the stars something ever so queer,

said,

as she stared at the earth ‘cross the sky,

“my lover is breathing and thus, some may die

but at least she is taking good care of herself,”

and the fairy-girl listened, with gentle-most stealth,

and she knew, on that rooftop that, quietly,

she would find all the sweetness the moon finds in thee –

earth, my darling, dear mine, can’t you see?

that through all the mayhem

i love you dearly

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