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AfterElton’s 50 Greatest Gay Books

List of included titles
1. Tales Of The City by Armistead Maupin
2. Maurice by E. M. Forster
3. The Front Runner by Patricia Nell Warren
4. At Swim, Two Boys by Jamie O'Neill
5. Giovanni's Room by James Baldwin
6. Hero by Perry Moore
7. The Line of Beauty by Alan Hollinghurst
8. Boy Meets Boy by David Levithan
9. A Home At The End of the World by Michael Cunningham
10. Rainbow Boys by Alex Sanchez
11. Dancer From the Dance by Andrew Holleran
12. Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris
13. Call Me by Your Name by Andre Aciman
14. Brokeback Mountain by Annie Proulx
15. The Swimming-Pool Library by Alan Hollinghurst
16. And The Band Played On: Politics, People, and the AIDS Epidemic by Randy Shilts
17. The Persian Boy by Mary Renault
18. The Amazing Adventure of Kavalier and Clay by Michael Chabon
19. Running With Scissors: A Memoir by Augusten Burroughs
20. Mysterious Skin by Scott Heim
21. A Boy's Own Story by Edmund White
22. The Charioteer by Mary Renault
23. Dream Boy by Jim Grimsley
24. A Density of Souls by Christopher Rice
25. The Catch Trap by Marion Zimmer Bradley
26. Naked by David Sedaris
27. The Lost Language of Cranes by David Leavitt
28. Vintage by Steve Berman
29. The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
30. The Mysteries of Pittsburgh by Michael Chabon
31. How Long Has This Been Going On by Ethan Mordden
32. A Single Man by Christopher Isherwood
33. A Cage of Bones by Jeffrey Round
34. The P-Town Murders by Jeffery Round
35. The Hours by Michael Cunningham
36. Like People in History by Felice Picano
37. Becoming a Man: Half a Life Story by Paul Monette
38. Swordspoint by Ellen Kushner:
39. Rainbow High by Alex Sanchez
40. Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh
41. Angels in America, Part One by Tony Kushner (PDF)
42. Almost Like Being In Love by Steve Kluger
43. The Celluloid Closet: Homosexuality in the Movies by Vito Russo
44. How I Paid For College: A Novel of Sex, Theft, Friendship & Musical Theater by Marc Acito
45. City of Night by John Rechy
46. Best Little Boy in the World by Andrew Tobias
47. As Meat Loves Salt by Maria McCann
48. The Dreyfus Affair: A Love Story by Peter Lefcourt
49. Comfort & Joy by Jim Grimsley
50. A Better Place by Mark A. Roeder

What is it about a man in a towel that drives me crazy.

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An Appreciation thread for the man that reads

The only rule to post in this thread is in the photo there has to be a book or magazine.

Yes, you can get an infection.

No, but nine times is.

If you were straight would you have sex with a female cousin?

Highland Fling
Written By: Derek Adams

Description:

When checking out your best friend inherited castle in Scotland leads to the castle’s resident ghost asking you to check out the uncharted territory beneath the pleats of his kilt—well, what is the polite response?

Frank cancels a trip to the beach to help his buddy Randy check out the Scottish castle he has unexpectedly inherited. The castle is a wreck, Randy is a mess and Frank is furious—until he encounters the real Laird of the Manor and indulges in a ghostly highland fling.

Excerpt:

I awoke with a start, my heart in my throat. My hands were above my head, held there by some invisible force. I felt an intense pressure on my midsection. I opened one eye. The moon had broken through the clouds and filled the room with a silvery light. I raised my head slightly and looked down. A huge hand pressed against my belly! Dark hairs bristled on the tendon-corded claw. The muscular arm attached to it appeared to be damn near as big around as my thigh. I didn’t know to whom or what it belonged, but it sure as hell wasn’t Randy!
    I tried to move, but I was helpless. I felt hot breath on my neck and the intruder’s grip tightened. My gaze shifted from my belly to a point slightly to my left. I saw a man’s knee planted firmly on the edge of the bed. I looked up over the curve of a hairy thigh bared almost to the hip. My eyes focused on tartan plaid fabric that I quickly identified as a kilt. The kilt wrapped around a narrow waist,  above  which no fabric intervened to obscure a flat belly ridged with muscle or a broad, luxuriantly furred chest.
    “Who…what…are you?” I tried to say more, but my mouth was so dry that the words stuck in my throat.
    “Who are ye?” A deep voice with a thick Scot burr threw my question back at me. “What’re ye doing in my bed?”
    “Your bed?” I craned my neck to get a look at my interrogator’s face. When I succeeded, the lump in my throat got even bigger. It was the man in the tapestry, right down to the tangled mass of long black curls, the luminous brown eyes, the chiseled features. “Oh my God!” My eyes grew wide and I writhed helplessly, driven almost mad with terror. “You’re the hunter from the hall.”
    The apparition looked at me curiously for a moment, then his nostrils flared. He raised one arm, his other hand still firmly circling my wrists. “Aye, laddie, I’m that man. Angus McDougal, First Laird of Kinnoch. This has been my bed throughout the ages. Why be ye here?”
    “Me? Well, I’m here with the current owner. We were just exploring the place.”
    “I’m the Laird of Kinnoch,” he thundered angrily. “I always have been and so I will remain until the end of the world.”
    “But you’re dead, aren’t you?” I looked at the man skeptically. If he was dead, how could I be talking to him? On the other hand, he sure as hell looked like the man on the tapestry. In the end, through a jet-lagged haze, I decided I didn’t have enough experience with ghosts to know exactly what to expect.
    “Aye, so I am, laddie. Cut down in my prime by that damnable stag on the tapestry. The great beast lurched to its feet as I struck, goring my side.” He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his lower belly. My fingers traced over a hard ridge of scar tissue. He was very warm for a ghost! “The wound healed, but the poison set in and I died a month later.” He paused for emphasis and lowered his handsome face close to mine. “Since that time, I’ve roamed this damned castle, searching for relief.”
    “I see.” I didn’t see, of course, but I didn’t want to piss him off.
    “You’re a bonny lad.” His hand slipped from my belly to my hip, around to cup my right ass cheek.
    “Uh…thanks.” His hand wandered down to my thigh, then back up to my ass cheek.
    “Skin like silk.”
    “Would you please let go of my hands? I can’t feel my fingers.”
    “Aye, as long as you promise not to run away.”
    “I promise.” I had no idea where to run. Besides, he was a damned sexy ghost!
    He relaxed his grip on my wrists. I wiggled my fingers tentatively and lowered my arms to my sides. The knuckles of my left hand brushed against his chest and belly. With my arm stretched out along my side, my fingers rested against his knee. Almost against my will—and certainly against my better judgment—I stroked the inside of his thigh. As my hand rose, I distinctly heard the laird growl. It didn’t seem to be a hostile growl, so I kept on stroking.
    “I’ve always wondered what men wear under these things.”
    “Nothing that nature didn’t provide,” the laird assured me.

Review:

This was a unique, fun and sexy read. What started out as a favor when a man accompanies his companion to Scotland to claim an inherited castle, turned into a disappointing discovery when the two men found the castle was in a shambles and lacked modern amenities. However, all was not lost as the two boys discovered the enormity of the castle along with some furnishings, candles and artwork. Finding a clean, dry, safe place to sleep proved challenging but each of the men finally settled into their respective beds. Only one man found he wasn't alone, and his visitor had an uncanny resemblance to a hunter depicted on one of the tapestries that adorned the walls downstairs…a warrior who was supposed to have lived 200 years ago...

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