Found 247 results for "LGBTQ fiction before Stonewall"
The Picture of Dorian Gray
by Oscar Wilde
L'artiste est celui qui crée des choses de beauté.
Mémoires d'Hadrien
by Marguerite Yourcenar
My dear Mark, Today I went to see my physician Hermogenes, who has just returned to the Villa from a rather long journey...
Orlando
by Virginia Woolf
HE-for there could be no doubt of his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguise it-was in the act of...
Carmilla
by Sheridan Le Fanu
Sobre una hoja de papel adherida a la narración que sigue, el doctor Hesselius ha escrito una nota bastante elaborada, n...
À rebours
by Joris-Karl Huysmans
THE Floressas Des Esseintes, to judge by the various portraits preserved in the Chateau de Lourps, had originally been a...
The Left Hand of Darkness
by Ursula K. Le Guin
I’ll make my report as if I told a story, for I was taught as a child on my homeworld that Truth is a matter of the imag...
Brideshead Revisited
by Evelyn Waugh
When I reached 'C' Company lines, which were at the top of the hill, I paused and looked back at the camp, just coming i...
The well of loneliness
by Radclyffe Hall
NOT VERY FAR FROM Upton-on-Severn - between it, in fact, and the Malvern Hills - stands the country seat of the Gordons ...
À la recherche du temps perdu
by Marcel Proust
Yellow screen. Sound of a garden gate bell.
The Price of Salt
by Patricia Highsmith
The lunch hour in the co-workers' cafeteria at Frankenberg's had reached its peak.
Giovanni's Room
by James Baldwin
I stand at the window of this great house in the south of France as night falls, the night which is leading me to the mo...
The gutter in the sky
by Jean Genet
Our Lady of the Flowers, which is often considered to be Genet's masterpiece, was written entirely in the solitude of a ...
The King Must Die
by Mary Renault
The Citadel of Troizen, where the Palace stands, was built by giants before anyone remembers.
Maurice
by E. M. Forster
Once a term the whole school went for a walk-that is to say the three masters took part as well as all the boys.
Last Exit to Brooklyn
by Hubert Selby, Jr., Hubert Selby Jr.
THEY sprawled along the counter and on the chairs.
City of Night
by John Rechy
LATER I WOULD THINK OF AMERICA as one vast City of Night stretching gaudily from Times Square to Hollywood Boulevard-juk...