Hermaphroditic? - Intersexual? - person assigned the male gender by surgery after birth.
Jordan Park is a pseudonym used by the science fiction writing team of Fred Pohl and Cyril Kornbluth.
Infant gender surgery has been exposed only in recent years.
Dave liked girls until he tried a few of the boys. Did he decide he was bisexual or turn completely queer?
The fear that they may have this hidden potential certainly drives much heterosexual male homophobia.
Ed Wood is best known as the director of Plan 9 from Outer Space and Glenn or Glenda. I knew of his transvestite novels like Killer in Drag but not purely queer fiction like this.
Queer Theology
Does this mean that Satan is cheerful? I can easily believe that: he’s not a Baptist. Perhaps this cover means “the devil is so” gay in the unflattering way kids use the word. I’d say it simply means that Satan is queer but what is that woman doing there? She doesn’t look like a Christian missionary or angel trying to save the soul of guy on the bed.
Female mimics is an interesting term. Don’t think I’ve encountered it before.
How many closeted crossdressers wished they dared do this back when this was originally published. And - sadly - too many still today. Even some gay men act as if crossing gender lines is some sort of moral crime.
Best of possible lives to crossdressers and transpersons everywhere.
Mark convinced Jeffrey that only a fine line divided straights from gays. Then he helped him cross it.
If you are a straight man who thinks he might be allowed to become queer please understand that the gay agenda’s apprentiship program isn’t open to everybody.
Gayracula was a gay vampire movie of sorts.
Don’t think Netflix carries this one.
Many many males fantasize about putting on female lingerie, being feminized, made into a “sissy.”
Playgirl magazine has a dubious or at least ambiguous status as a magazine of interest to gay men. For a very long time they were very deeply in the closet about their gay male readership. Now the print publication has been discontinued leaving only a website.
With features on charm (!), beauty and diet this looks like Cosmopolitan’s weak sister.
Was Playgirl something you bought for the centerfolds and pictorials?
Eric Stanton cover to a novel about a gay hotel promising rough trade and she-boys.
Looking at the blond guy made me wonder if boxing magazines like Fight functioned as erotic for gay men back in the 1940s.
Given that sodomitical pleasures were considered unmentionable one can’t help but wonder how Oscar Wilde’s trial was treated in this 1931 issue of Courtroom Stories. Walter Baumhofer cover.
Shamed She-Male wouldn’t have been aimed at the gay market.
It would appeal to straight men - rather bisexual men who believed themselves heterosexual - whose confusion and guilt about their sexual orientation and identity caused them to desire to be humiliated.
A crude simplification I admit. There is a strong demarcation between men who understood their desires and those who simply felt shamed by them.
Being rendered feminine would be presented as degrading. Maybe even a bit of cuckoldry. (There’s no way to know if the woman on the cover is a wife, girlfriend of partner of the sailor.)
This is a little know but surprisingly common fetish among heterosexual males.
Looks like the good doctor is making completely sure Randy is ready for prep school. Probably a typically light-hearted pornographic prose romp.
Long blonde hair always overcomes my usual prejudices.
If you’ve ever browsed the Gay / Authoritarian section of the Nifty Archives you know variations on this scene are exceedingly common gay male erotic fantasies. That eternal thirst for overpowering masculinity.
What a shiny lad.
1950s American homoerotic photographs of athletic young men don’t appeal to me very much.
But I can’t help but like this attempt to capture the delight of a well-proportioned youth, classical athleticism with a touch of dignity is irresistible. Happily we can’t chat with him and have the illusion crumble.
The dark haired top appears to have a belt or strap in his hand. And the blonde bottom seems happily anticipating a whipping. Believable enough.
But the bottom isn’t properly positioned. Not that the artist or publisher would care.
Eye color hardly seems relevant.
Back when I was young an involuntary morning erection prompted a man to offer me a ride.
I was waiting for a bus but being open to novel situations accepted his offer.
He was much older, a couple of generations back in gay sexuality. It wasn’t his age per se that troubled me. He had this nervous, turgid way of talking about sexual desire that made me just want to get away from him.
Looks like late 19th century French androgyny.
