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• WHY THIS CHARMG GAY FAIRYTALE HAS BEEN LOST FOR 200 YEARS
• 'PRCE & KNIGHT' PUTS A GAY-INCLIVE TWIST ON TRADNAL FAIRY TAL
• GAY FAIRY & FOLK TAL : MORE TRADNAL STORI RETOLD FOR GAY MEN
• THGS I KNOW ABOUT FAIRY TALROXANE GAYTHE STORY OF LTLE RED RIDG HOOD IS A STORY ABOUT LTLE RED RIDG HOOD, AND HER TRIP TO HER GRANDMOTHERS HOE, AND A WOLF TRICKS HER AND PRETENDS TO BE THE… READ MORE 1 VIEWER16 CONTRIBUTORSTHGS I KNOW ABOUT FAIRY TAL LYRICSWHEN I WAS VERY YOUNG, MY MOTHER TOLD ME SHE DIDN'T BELIEVE FAIRY TAL. THEY WERE, SHE LIKED TO SAY, LSONS DRSED FANCY CLOTH. SHE PREFERRED TO EXCISE THE PRCS AND VILLAS AND STEAD NCERNED HERSELF WH THE MORAL OF THE STORY.ONCE UPON A TIME, NOT LONG AGO, I WAS KIDNAPPED AND HELD PTIVE FOR THIRTEEN DAYS. SHORTLY AFTER I WAS EED, MY MOTHER TOLD ME THERE WAS NOTHG TO BE LEARNED OM WHAT HAD HAPPENED TO ME. SHE TOLD ME TO FET THE ENTIRE CINT BEE THERE WAS NO MORAL TO THE STORY.LTLE RED RIDG HOOD DIDN’T SEE THE DANGER SHE WAS FACG UNTIL WAS TOO LATE. SHE THOUGHT SHE WAS SAFE. SHE TSTED. AND THEN, SHE WASN’T SAFE AT ALL.MY HBAND MICHAEL AND I, WHILE VISG MY PARENTS PORT--PRCE, CID TO TAKE OUR SON TO THE BEACH FOR THE AFTERNOON. AS WE BACKED OUT OF THEIR LONG, NARROW DRIVEWAY, THREE BLACK LAND CISERS SURROUND . IN THE END, THE TAILS OF THE CINT WERE LARGELY IRRELEVANT. WHAT WAS DONE ULD NOT BE UNDONE.ON THAT DAY, MICHAEL AND I LOOKED AT EACH OTHER. WE KNEW WHAT WAS HAPPENG. KIDNAPPG IS ALL ANYONE WH ANY KD OF MONEY TALKS ABOUT HAI, EVERYONE A AGILE ENZIED STATE WONRG WHEN WILL BE THEIR TIME. IT WAS A RELIEF, A SENSE, TO KNOW THAT MY TIME WAS UP – TO KNOW THAT THIS WAS THE DAY I WOULD BE TAKEN.TWO MEN WH DARK, ANGRY FAC BROKE THE R WDOWS WH THE BUTTS OF THEIR RIFL. THE MAN ON MY SI REACHED THROUGH THE BROKEN GLASS, UNLOCKED MY DOOR, AND PULLED ME OUT OF OUR R. HE SNEERED AT ME, LLED ME DIASPORA WH THE RENTMENT THAT THOSE HAIANS WHO NNOT LEAVE HOLD FOR THOSE OF WHO DID. HIS SK WAS SLICK WH SWEAT. THERE WAS NO PLACE FOR TRACTN. WHEN I TRIED TO GRAB ONTO THE R DOOR, HE SLAMMED THE BUTT OF HIS GUN AGAST MY FGERS. THE MAN ON MICHAEL’S SI H HIM THE FACE AND HE SLUMPED FORWARD, HIS FOREHEAD PRSED AGAST THE HORN. THEY PUT A BURLAP SACK OVER MY HEAD AND SHOVED ME TO THE BACKSEAT OF ONE OF THE WAG RS. THEY TOLD ME, BROKEN ENGLISH, TO DO AS THEY SAID AND I WOULD BE BACK WH MY FAY SOON. I SAT VERY STILL. THE AIR WAS STIFLG. ALL I HEARD WAS THEIR CEL LGHTER, MY SON CRYG, AND THE FADG WAIL OF THE R HORN.MY FATHER IS FOND OF SAYG THAT A WOMAN’S GREATT ASSET IS HER BETY. SNOW WHE HAD HER BETY, AND HER BETY WAS HER CURSE UNTIL BEME HER GREATT ASSET.BEFORE THE CINT MY MOTHER AND I OFTEN HAD ANK NVERSATNS ABOUT BEG KIDNAPPED. SHE WAS ALWAYS VERY NCERNED WH THE LOGISTICS OF THE THG BEE SHE’S A WOMAN OF MANNERS AND GRACE. IT’S THE KD OF QUOTIDIAN NVERSATN YOU HAVE A PLACE WHERE NOTHG MAK SENSE AND THERE IS NO RPECT FOR LIFE. SHE TOLD ME SHE WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO SURVIVE THE DIGNY. I TOLD HER SHE WOULD HAVE TO DO WHATEVER WAS NECSARY TO GET THROUGH BEE WE NEED HER. AS I SAT BETWEEN TWO ANGRY MEN, BEG JOSTLED AS WE SPED OVER THE BROKEN STREETS OF PORT--PRCE, I REMEMBERED THAT NVERSATN. I REALIZED MY ARROGANCE.SLEEPG BETY WAS CURSED BY HER BIRTHRIGHT, BY HER VERY NAME. IN ONE TELLG, HER FATE WAS SEALED BY MALEFICENT BEFORE SHE EVER HAD A CHANCE. EVEN HIDN AWAY, SHE ULD NOT PE THE CURSE PLACED UPON HER.I ULDN’T TAKE PERSONALLY, BEG KIDNAPPED. THAT IS WHAT I TOLD MYSELF. IT WAS A BS TRANSACTN, ONE THAT WOULD REQUIRE TENSE NEGOTIATN AND, EVENTUALLY, PROMISE. ONE OF THE ACUNTANTS WHO WORKED FOR MY FATHER, GILBERT, WAS KIDNAPPED THE PREV YEAR. HIS KIDNAPPERS ORIGALLY ASKED FOR $125,000, BUT EVERYONE KNEW WAS SIMPLY A STARTG NUMBER, AN IAL NVERSATN. EVENTUALLY, WH PROFSNAL ASSISTANCE AND PROOF OF LIFE, HIS FAY PAID $53,850 FOR GILBERT. MY NEGOTIATNS WOULD BE SOMEWHAT MORE PLEX AND FAR MORE STLY. A GOOD FAY NAME AT A HIGH PRICE.AFTER THE FIRST DAYS OF MY ABDUCTN, WHEN NEGOTIATNS BEGAN EARNT, I UNRSTOOD THAT THE MONEY MY FAY WOULD PAY FOR MY SAFE RETURN WAS NOT FOR ME. IT WAS FOR THE DGHTER, WIFE, MOTHER THEY HAD LAST SEEN. I HAD BEE A DIFFERENT PERSON ENTIRELY. IT SEEMED, SOMEHOW, UNFAIR FOR THEM TO NOT GET WHAT THEY WERE PAYG FOR.AFTER THE CINT, WHEN MICHAEL AND I RETURNED TO THE STAT, A THRONG OF REPORTERS GREETED , WAG JT PAST THE CROWD, SUFFOTG CTOMS AREA THE MIAMI AIRPORT. REPORTERS LED THE STREETS WHERE WE LIVED. THEY FOLLOWED FOR WEEKS UNTIL A WHE WOMAN WENT MISSG AND THEN MY STORY NO LONGER MATTERED.THE THG ABOUT RAPUNZEL WAS THAT SHE HAD THE MEANS TO HER OWN SALVATN ALL ALONG. IF SHE HAD ONLY KNOWN THAT, SHE WOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN ST OUT BY THE ENCHANTRS AND BEEN FORCED TO WA TO ENJOY HER EVER-AFTER WH HER PRCE.MY FAY HIRED AN AMERIN FIRM THAT SPECIALIZ NEGOTIATNS FOR U.S. CIZENS WHO HAVE BEEN ABDUCTED ABROAD. THEY WERE EFFICIENT. WH TWENTY-FOUR HOURS, THEY HAD MAND PROOF OF LIFE. I WAS ABLE TO LL MY HBAND OM A DISPOSABLE CELL PHONE. I SAID HELLO. AT FIRST, WAS A RELIEF TO HEAR HIS VOICE, TO REMEMBER HIS SE, THE SOFTNS OF HIS LOWER LIP, THE WAY HE ALWAYS WANTED TO HOLD MY HAND. BUT THEN HE STARTED BLATHERG ABOUT HOW I WAS GOG TO BE OKAY AND THAT HE WAS GOG TO DO EVERYTHG HIS POWER TO GET ME BACK. I HUNG UP BEE HE WAS LYG AND HE DIDN’T KNOW .ALTHOUGH MY KIDNAPPG WAS A BS TRANSACTN, MY PTORS ENJOYED MIXG PLEASURE AT MY EXPENSE. I FOUGHT, BUT I ALSO BEGGED THEM TO E NDOMS. I DID WHAT I HAD TO DO. WORSE THGS ULD HAVE HAPPENED. I WAS NOT BROKEN. THAT’S WHAT I TELL MYSELF NOW, WHEN I CLOSE MY EY AND SEE THEIR WHE TEETH LEERG AT ME. IT’S WHAT I TELL MYSELF WHEN I SMELL THEIR STK AND THEIR SEAT OR REMEMBER THE WEIGHT OF THEIR TH, SEWY BODI ON TOP OF ME, TAKG THGS THAT WEREN’T THEIRS TO TAKE. IT’S WHAT I TELL MY HBAND WHEN HE THKS HE WANTS TO KNOW WHAT REALLY HAPPENED. IT IS MOSTLY TE.MY PARENTS’ IEND, CORNE LEBLANCHE, WAS KIDNAPPED NOT LONG BEFORE I WAS TAKEN. SHE AND HER HBAND AND FOUR CHILDREN LIVED HAI YEAR ROUND. SHE ALWAYS SWORE, TO ANYONE WHO WOULD LISTEN, THAT IF SHE WERE EVER KIDNAPPED, HER HBAND SIMON BT MEET HER AT THE AIRPORT WH HER PASSPORT AND CHILDREN ONCE SHE WAS RETURNED BEE SHE WOULD NEVER SPEND ANOTHER NIGHT THE UNTRY. SIMON WAS A FAT, HAPPY, PROMENT BSMAN WHO OWNED A CHA OF RTRANTS AND GAS STATNS THAT DID QUE WELL. HE LGHED WHEN CORNE MA SUCH CLARATNS. HE DIDN’T YET UNRSTAND THAT THE THGS WENT DIFFERENTLY FOR WOMEN. SHE AND THE CHILDREN NOW LIVE MIAMI. SHE LLED ME WHEN MICHAEL AND I RETURNED TO THE STAT. EVEN THOUGH WE SAID VERY LTLE, WE SPOKE FOR A LONG TIME.MY KIDNAPPERS TOOK ME TO A SMALL TWO-STORY HOE WHOUT AIR-NDNG A CRAMPED NEIGHBORHOOD ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF CE SOLEIL. THEY KEPT ME A BACK ROOM FURNISHED WH A SMALL T AND A GREEN PAT BUCKET FILLED WH BRACKISH WATER. THROUGHOUT THE DAY, I ULD HEAR CHILDREN PLAYG ON THE STREET BELOW, MIC OM A HOE NEARLY, A R NOW AND AGA, THE OCSNAL GUNSHOT. I DIDN’T SCREAM OR TRY TO PE. THERE WOULD BE NO POT. ANYONE I MIGHT N TO WOULD JT AS SOON TAKE ME FOR THEMSELV RATHER THAN RCUE ME, BEE PASSN WASN’T AS VALUABLE AS UNE DIASPORA.TWO YEARS AGO, THE MATRIARCH OF THE GILL FAY WAS KIDNAPPED. SHE WAS EIGHTY-ONE. THE KIDNAPPERS KNEW THE FAY HAD MORE MONEY THAN GOD. THEY FAILED TO REALIZE SHE WAS AIL AND DIABETIC. SHE DIED SOON AFTER SHE WAS ABDUCTED. EVERYONE WHO KNEW HER WAS THANKFUL THAT HER SUFFERG WAS ABBREVIATED, UNTIL THE KIDNAPPERS, HAVG LEARNED THE LSON THAT THE ELRLY ARE BAD FOR BS, KIDNAPPED HER GRANDSON, WHO AT THIRTY-SEVEN PROMISED TO BE A FAR MORE LUCRATIVE VTMENT.AT LEAST CRELLA HAD HER WORK TO KEEP HER BY – THE FAIARY OF SWEEPG FLOORS AND WASHG WDOWS AND OKG THE DAILY BREAD. IF NOTHG ELSE, BEE SHE HAD TLY SUFFERED SHE ULD APPRECIATE HER EVER-AFTER.WHAT YOU NNOT POSSIBLY KNOW ABOUT KIDNAPPG UNTIL HAPPENS TO YOU IS THE SHEER BOREDOM OF BEG KEPT MOSTLY ALONE, A SMALL, STIFLG ROOM. YOU START TO WELE THE OCSNAL TERPTN THAT WH A MEAL OR A BOTTLE OF WATER OR A DNKEN PTOR CLIMBG ATOP YOU TO TRANSACT SOME PLEASURE AGAST YOUR WILL. YOU HATE YOURSELF FOR , BUT YOU CRAVE THE STRANGER’S UNWANTED TOUCH BEE THE FIGHT LEFT YOU IS A REMR THAT YOU HAVEN’T BEEN BROKEN. YOU HAVEN’T BEEN BROKEN.BETY LEARNED TO LOVE THE BEAST. SHE FORCED HERSELF TO SEE PAS THE HORROR OF HIS APPEARANCE, PAST HIS BEHAVR, PAST THE CIRCUMSTANC OF HOW THEY ME TO KNOW ONE ANOTHER.ON THE TENTH NIGHT, TI PIERRE LI NEXT TO ME, STARTG AT THE CEILG. HE TELLS ME HIS NAME, AFTER HE’S HAD HIS PLEASURE AND I’VE HAD MY FIGHT. HIS SK IS KED BENEATH MY FGERNAILS AND MY BODY IS STIFF. A BISE IS FORMG ALONG MY JAW. I CLG TO THE EDGE OF THE BED, TRYG TO CREATE AS MUCH DISTANCE AS POSSIBLE BETWEEN OUR BODI UNTIL I REGA THE ENERGY TO FIGHT, TO REMD MYSELF THAT I AM NOT BROKEN. TI PIERRE TALKS TO ME ABOUT HIS LIFE, HIS YOUNG SON, HOW HE WANTS TO BE A NIGHTCLUB EJAY BEE HE LOV AMERIN HIP-HOP MIC. “WE ULD BE IENDS, MAYBE,” HE SAYS, “WE ARE CLOSE AGE.” I ROLL ONTO MY SI AND BE MY KNUCKL. HE RTS A TENR HAND ON MY BACK AND I CRGE, REPULSED. IT IS THE CLOST I WILL E TO CRYG. THE ARE THE THGS I WILL NEVER TELL ANYONE.AT A DNER PARTY ONCE, WH SOME LLEAGU AND SOME OF MICHAEL’S AND LOTS OF WE AND MIC AND EXCELLENT FOOD AND PRETENT BUT ENGAGG NVERSATN, TALK TURNED TO HAI. EVERYONE LEANED FORWARD THEIR SEATS, EARNT THEIR SIRE TO BE GENUE THEIR UNRSTANDG OF THE WORLD. ONE OF MY LLEAGU MENTNED TO A MAGAZE ARTICLE HE READ ABOUT HOW HAI HAD SURPASSED COLOMBIA AS THE KIDNAPPG PAL OF THE WORLD. ANOTHER LLEAGUE TOLD ABOUT A RECENT FEATURE A NATNAL MAGAZE. SOON EVERYONE WAS OFFERG UP THEIR OWN SPERATE PIECE OF RMATN, NJURG A PLACE THAT DO NOT EXIST.ON THE FOURTH DAY OF MY PTIVY, I THOUGHT ABOUT THAT SILLY EVENG, AND THE NEW BS AND PIEC MY IENDS WERE ADDG TO THEIR PORTRA. THREE YEARS LATER, I WOULD OVERHEAR ONE OF THE LLEAGU, TRYG TO BE CHARMG AT A CKTAIL PARTY, TELLG A PREC GRADUATE STUNT THAT HE KNEW SOMEONE WHO HAD BEEN KIDNAPPED ONE OF THOSE THIRD WORLD UNTRI. WHEN I WALKED BY, HE WOULDN’T HAVE A STRONG ENOUGH SENSE OF SHAME TO LOOK AWAY. INSTEAD, HE WOULD TIP HIS WE GLASS MY DIRECTN BEFORE TAKG A LONG SIP AND NTUG TO REGALE HIS DIENCE WH THE FEW LURID TAILS HE KNEW.MY KIDNAPPERS AND MY FAY’S NEGOTIATORS FALLY ME TO AN AGREEMENT ON THE THIRTEENTH DAY. MY KIDNAPPERS SHARED THE NEWS GLEEFULLY. I ULD HEAR THEM THE NEXT ROOM, TALKG ABOUT ALL THE THGS THEY WERE GOG TO DO WH THEIR MONEY. THEIR PLANS WERE MOST, REALLY, WHICH MA ALL SO MUCH WORSE. THEY WIELD RTEL-LIKE PRECISN, AND FOR A LONG WHILE THE ONLY SOUND I ULD HEAR WAS THE BILLS SLIDG AGAST EACH OTHER AS THEY WERE UNTED TO $1,000 STACKS. THIS IS WHAT MY WORTH SOUNDS LIKE, I THOUGHT. HOW LUCKY I AM.A CUBAN IEND ONCE TOLD ME OF A POPULAR LULLABY OM HER UNTRY, ABOUT A MOTHER WH THIRTEEN CHILDREN. THE MOTHER KILLS ONE CHILD TO FEED TWELVE, AND SO ON AND FORTH, UNTIL SHE IS LEFT WH ONE CHILD, WHOM SHE ALSO SLGHTERS. FALLY, SHE RETURNS TO THE MIDDLE OF A RNFIELD WHERE SHE SLGHTERED THE OTHER CHILDREN, AND SLS HER OWN THROAT BEE SHE NNOT BEAR THE BURN OF HAVG DONE WHAT NEED TO BE DONE. AFTER TELLG ME THIS STORY, MY CUBAN IEND SAID, “A WT INDIAN WOMAN ALWAYS FAC SUCH CHOIC.”WHEN MY KIDNAPPERS WERE SATISFIED THAT I HAD BEEN PROPERLY BOUGHT AND PAID FOR, I WAS CLEANED UP, SHOVED TO THE BACK OF THE LAND CISER, AND DROPPED OFF THE CENTER OF AN OPEN MARKET PETNVILLE. I STOOD THERE WHAT REMA OF MY SHIRT AND FILTHY JEANS, MY FEET BARE, MY HAIR A MS. MY HANDS WERE MY POCKETS, MY FGERS CLENCHED TO TIGHT FISTS. I STOOD THERE AND WAED. I TRIED TO BREATHE. I WAS NOT BROKEN. I REMEMBER THOSE TAILS MORE THAN ANY OTHERS. AROUND ME, MEN AND WOMEN HAGGLED OVER CHICKEN AND VEGETABL AND WATER AND RN FLAK AND RADS. I WAS VISIBLE, UNTIL I WASN’T – UNTIL I HEARD MY HBAND SHOUT MY NAME AND N TOWARD ME WH A GROUP OF MEN I DIDN’T REGNIZE. AS MICHAEL MOVED TO EMBRACE ME, I STEPPED BACK. HIS EXPRSN, THAT MOMENT, I ALSO REMEMBER. “YOU’RE SAFE NOW,” HE TOLD ME, AS IF HE UNRSTOOD THE MEANG OF THE WORD.ALICE HAD CHOIC WONRLAND. EAT ME, DRK ME, ENJOY TEA WH A MAD HATTER, ENTERTA THE QUEEN OF HEARTS, DOWN, DOWN THE RABB HOLE.I DIDN’T SPEAK FOR HOURS, NOT WHEN I SAW MY PARENTS OR MY CHILD, WHO PATTED MY CHEEKS WH HIS CHUBBY, WI-OPEN HANDS. I TOOK A LONG SHOWER. I WASHED MY HAIR AND TRIED TO SCB AWAY THE STK AND SWEAT THAT WH BEG TRAPPED A DARK, HOT PLACE WH STRANGE ANGRY MEN. MICHAEL ME TO THE BATHROOM TO CHECK ON ME, AND WHEN HE SAW THE BIS, THE WEIGHT I HAD LOST, THE BOWED AME OF MY BODY, HE GASPED. I WRAPPED MY ARMS AROUND MY BODY. “GET OUT,” I HISSED. “I’M NOT BROKEN.”AFTERWARD, I TOOK MY SOILED CLOTH TO THE FIRE P BEHD MY PARENTS’ HOE AND SMOKED CIGARETTE AFTER CIGARETTE WHILE I WATCHED THE CLOTH BURN. FOR YEARS, I HAD HIDN MY SMOKG OM MY PARENTS, TOLD THEM I’D QU, BUT THIS LIE NO LONGER SEEMED NECSARY. WE ATE DNER TOGETHER THAT EVENG, AS A FAY, ACID BURNG MY THROAT WH EACH BE. EVERYONE WATCHED ME TENTLY. I SED POLELY, TRIED TO GIVE THEM WHAT THEY NEED.IN BED THAT NIGHT, MICHAEL LAY ON HIS SI, WATCHG ME AS I SAT ON THE EDGE OF THE BED. “WHEN YOU’RE READY TO TALK, I’M READY TO LISTEN,” HE SAID. HIS TONE WAS SO KD MA ME NSEO. I WANTED TO TELL HIM THAT I WASN’T THE WOMAN HE MARRIED, THAT I KNEW THGS NOW. INSTEAD, I NODD AND KISSED HIS SHOULR. AFTER HE FELL ASLEEP, I SLIPPED NEXT DOOR TO THE ROOM WHERE CHRISTOPHE SLEPT. I PICKED HIM UP, HALED THE SCENT OF SOFT SK, AND SAT ON THE FLOOR, WATCHG AS HIS LOWER LIP QUIVERED AND HIS TY CHT ROSE AND FELL WH HIS RAPID BABY BREATHS.MY HBAND FOUND ME THE NEXT MORNG, ASLEEP ON THE FLOOR HOLDG OUR SON. “YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE SO STRONG. YOU N CRY,” HE SAID OVER BREAKFAST, AS IF I WERE WAG FOR HIS PERMISSN. I DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO TELL HIM THAT I FELT NOTHG AT ALL. I HELD MYSELF TOGETHER UNTIL THREE DAYS LATER, AFTER WE SAID GOODBYE TO MY PARENTS UNR THE WATCHFUL EYE OF THEIR NEW SECURY TAIL AND BOARD OUR FLIGHT TO MIAMI. THE PLANE TOOK OFF. MY CHT TIGHTENED BEE I KNEW I WOULD NEVER REALLY GET AWAY OM THAT PLACE. “ARE YOU OKAY?” MICHAEL ASKED, BSHG HIS FGERS ACROSS MY CHEEK. I SHOOK MY HEAD, GOT UP, AND LOCKED MYSELF THE FIRST CLASS BATHROOM. AFTER I THREW UP, I STARED AT THE STRANGER THE MIRROR. I IMAGED GOG DOWN, DOWN THE RABB HOLD OF MY OWN HAPPILY-EVER-AFTER.EMBEDCANCELHOW TO FORMAT LYRICS:TYPE OUT ALL LYRICS, EVEN REPEATG SONG PARTS LIKE THE CHOSLYRICS SHOULD BE BROKEN DOWN TO DIVIDUAL LUSE SECTN HEARS ABOVE DIFFERENT SONG PARTS LIKE [VERSE], [CHOS], ETC.USE ALICS (<I>LYRIC</I>) AND BOLD (<B>LYRIC</B>) TO DISTGUISH BETWEEN DIFFERENT VOLISTS THE SAME SONG PARTIF YOU DON’T UNRSTAND A LYRIC, E [?]TO LEARN MORE, CHECK OUT OUR TRANSCRIPTN GUI OR VIS OUR TRANSCRIBERS FOMABOUT
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WHY THIS CHARMG GAY FAIRYTALE HAS BEEN LOST FOR 200 YEARS

“The Dog And The Sailor” is a gay fairytale lost for over 200 years, after narrowly ped beg...

But one newly released gay fairytale, that n be traced back to at least the 19th century has been disvered by Pete Jordi Wood, the Cornish wrer and illtrator.

'PRCE & KNIGHT' PUTS A GAY-INCLIVE TWIST ON TRADNAL FAIRY TAL

His rearch suggts that not only did gay fairytale “The Dog And The Sailor” exist but that a “whole chunk of LGBTQ folklore” was “leted” by one homophobic man, as recently as the 1950s. MORE FROM FORBESTalkg About Your Pronouns Is One Easy Way To Be A Transgenr AllyBy Jamie WarehamGay fairytal have always existed, but some have been eded out of history. “In the acpanyg Motif Inx of Folklore he piled the 1920s, and revised the 1950s, he lists ‘Homosexualy’ and ‘Lbianism’ a sectn lled “Unnatural Perversns” wh btialy and ct.

One guy got to choose what stori did or didn’t make the cut what is now the re rource and system for documentg folklore an orr still ed gay folklore was lost when Sh Thompson and other prolific folklore amics imposed their... [+] a posive queer story that was passed om generatn to generatn over 200 years agoPete Jordi Wood – The Dog And The SailorMORE FROM FORBESOpenly Gay Indian Prce Jos Calls To Ban LGBT Conversn TherapyBy Jamie WarehamThe Dog And The Sailor is the gay fairytale where the male sailor, gets to kiss Prce Charmg. So after translatg variatns of the story om Danish, German, Frisian, and others; and checkg Thompson’s synopsis was rrect, ntag the same elements or motifs – Pete found an “unbelievably and fabuloly gay” plot.

GAY FAIRY & FOLK TAL : MORE TRADNAL STORI RETOLD FOR GAY MEN

“Ultimately ’s an ancient tale wh a posive portrayal, of a guy who n be read as gay or asexual, but certaly queer, who is the only person who n feat the evil bee he n rist her bety. But Pete got ‘gay goosebumps’ when he realised what he’d found. “When I started to reunt to my gay iends, they got goosebumps too.

“For all the gay parents who have shared the book wh their kids and who have told me they wish they had somethg like this when they were young, I’ve heard om jt as many straight parents who love . For all the gay parents who have shared the book wh their kids and who have told me they wish they had somethg like this when they were young, I’ve heard om jt as many straight parents who love . This list is for LGBT (Lbian, Gay, Bisexual and Trans) fictn retellgs of classic lerature, fairy tal or mythology.

THGS I KNOW ABOUT FAIRY TALROXANE GAYTHE STORY OF LTLE RED RIDG HOOD IS A STORY ABOUT LTLE RED RIDG HOOD, AND HER TRIP TO HER GRANDMOTHERS HOE, AND A WOLF TRICKS HER AND PRETENDS TO BE THE… READ MORE 1 VIEWER16 CONTRIBUTORSTHGS I KNOW ABOUT FAIRY TAL LYRICSWHEN I WAS VERY YOUNG, MY MOTHER TOLD ME SHE DIDN'T BELIEVE FAIRY TAL. THEY WERE, SHE LIKED TO SAY, LSONS DRSED FANCY CLOTH. SHE PREFERRED TO EXCISE THE PRCS AND VILLAS AND STEAD NCERNED HERSELF WH THE MORAL OF THE STORY.ONCE UPON A TIME, NOT LONG AGO, I WAS KIDNAPPED AND HELD PTIVE FOR THIRTEEN DAYS. SHORTLY AFTER I WAS EED, MY MOTHER TOLD ME THERE WAS NOTHG TO BE LEARNED OM WHAT HAD HAPPENED TO ME. SHE TOLD ME TO FET THE ENTIRE CINT BEE THERE WAS NO MORAL TO THE STORY.LTLE RED RIDG HOOD DIDN’T SEE THE DANGER SHE WAS FACG UNTIL WAS TOO LATE. SHE THOUGHT SHE WAS SAFE. SHE TSTED. AND THEN, SHE WASN’T SAFE AT ALL.MY HBAND MICHAEL AND I, WHILE VISG MY PARENTS PORT--PRCE, CID TO TAKE OUR SON TO THE BEACH FOR THE AFTERNOON. AS WE BACKED OUT OF THEIR LONG, NARROW DRIVEWAY, THREE BLACK LAND CISERS SURROUND . IN THE END, THE TAILS OF THE CINT WERE LARGELY IRRELEVANT. WHAT WAS DONE ULD NOT BE UNDONE.ON THAT DAY, MICHAEL AND I LOOKED AT EACH OTHER. WE KNEW WHAT WAS HAPPENG. KIDNAPPG IS ALL ANYONE WH ANY KD OF MONEY TALKS ABOUT HAI, EVERYONE A AGILE ENZIED STATE WONRG WHEN WILL BE THEIR TIME. IT WAS A RELIEF, A SENSE, TO KNOW THAT MY TIME WAS UP – TO KNOW THAT THIS WAS THE DAY I WOULD BE TAKEN.TWO MEN WH DARK, ANGRY FAC BROKE THE R WDOWS WH THE BUTTS OF THEIR RIFL. THE MAN ON MY SI REACHED THROUGH THE BROKEN GLASS, UNLOCKED MY DOOR, AND PULLED ME OUT OF OUR R. HE SNEERED AT ME, LLED ME DIASPORA WH THE RENTMENT THAT THOSE HAIANS WHO NNOT LEAVE HOLD FOR THOSE OF WHO DID. HIS SK WAS SLICK WH SWEAT. THERE WAS NO PLACE FOR TRACTN. WHEN I TRIED TO GRAB ONTO THE R DOOR, HE SLAMMED THE BUTT OF HIS GUN AGAST MY FGERS. THE MAN ON MICHAEL’S SI H HIM THE FACE AND HE SLUMPED FORWARD, HIS FOREHEAD PRSED AGAST THE HORN. THEY PUT A BURLAP SACK OVER MY HEAD AND SHOVED ME TO THE BACKSEAT OF ONE OF THE WAG RS. THEY TOLD ME, BROKEN ENGLISH, TO DO AS THEY SAID AND I WOULD BE BACK WH MY FAY SOON. I SAT VERY STILL. THE AIR WAS STIFLG. ALL I HEARD WAS THEIR CEL LGHTER, MY SON CRYG, AND THE FADG WAIL OF THE R HORN.MY FATHER IS FOND OF SAYG THAT A WOMAN’S GREATT ASSET IS HER BETY. SNOW WHE HAD HER BETY, AND HER BETY WAS HER CURSE UNTIL BEME HER GREATT ASSET.BEFORE THE CINT MY MOTHER AND I OFTEN HAD ANK NVERSATNS ABOUT BEG KIDNAPPED. SHE WAS ALWAYS VERY NCERNED WH THE LOGISTICS OF THE THG BEE SHE’S A WOMAN OF MANNERS AND GRACE. IT’S THE KD OF QUOTIDIAN NVERSATN YOU HAVE A PLACE WHERE NOTHG MAK SENSE AND THERE IS NO RPECT FOR LIFE. SHE TOLD ME SHE WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO SURVIVE THE DIGNY. I TOLD HER SHE WOULD HAVE TO DO WHATEVER WAS NECSARY TO GET THROUGH BEE WE NEED HER. AS I SAT BETWEEN TWO ANGRY MEN, BEG JOSTLED AS WE SPED OVER THE BROKEN STREETS OF PORT--PRCE, I REMEMBERED THAT NVERSATN. I REALIZED MY ARROGANCE.SLEEPG BETY WAS CURSED BY HER BIRTHRIGHT, BY HER VERY NAME. IN ONE TELLG, HER FATE WAS SEALED BY MALEFICENT BEFORE SHE EVER HAD A CHANCE. EVEN HIDN AWAY, SHE ULD NOT PE THE CURSE PLACED UPON HER.I ULDN’T TAKE PERSONALLY, BEG KIDNAPPED. THAT IS WHAT I TOLD MYSELF. IT WAS A BS TRANSACTN, ONE THAT WOULD REQUIRE TENSE NEGOTIATN AND, EVENTUALLY, PROMISE. ONE OF THE ACUNTANTS WHO WORKED FOR MY FATHER, GILBERT, WAS KIDNAPPED THE PREV YEAR. HIS KIDNAPPERS ORIGALLY ASKED FOR $125,000, BUT EVERYONE KNEW WAS SIMPLY A STARTG NUMBER, AN IAL NVERSATN. EVENTUALLY, WH PROFSNAL ASSISTANCE AND PROOF OF LIFE, HIS FAY PAID $53,850 FOR GILBERT. MY NEGOTIATNS WOULD BE SOMEWHAT MORE PLEX AND FAR MORE STLY. A GOOD FAY NAME AT A HIGH PRICE.AFTER THE FIRST DAYS OF MY ABDUCTN, WHEN NEGOTIATNS BEGAN EARNT, I UNRSTOOD THAT THE MONEY MY FAY WOULD PAY FOR MY SAFE RETURN WAS NOT FOR ME. IT WAS FOR THE DGHTER, WIFE, MOTHER THEY HAD LAST SEEN. I HAD BEE A DIFFERENT PERSON ENTIRELY. IT SEEMED, SOMEHOW, UNFAIR FOR THEM TO NOT GET WHAT THEY WERE PAYG FOR.AFTER THE CINT, WHEN MICHAEL AND I RETURNED TO THE STAT, A THRONG OF REPORTERS GREETED , WAG JT PAST THE CROWD, SUFFOTG CTOMS AREA THE MIAMI AIRPORT. REPORTERS LED THE STREETS WHERE WE LIVED. THEY FOLLOWED FOR WEEKS UNTIL A WHE WOMAN WENT MISSG AND THEN MY STORY NO LONGER MATTERED.THE THG ABOUT RAPUNZEL WAS THAT SHE HAD THE MEANS TO HER OWN SALVATN ALL ALONG. IF SHE HAD ONLY KNOWN THAT, SHE WOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN ST OUT BY THE ENCHANTRS AND BEEN FORCED TO WA TO ENJOY HER EVER-AFTER WH HER PRCE.MY FAY HIRED AN AMERIN FIRM THAT SPECIALIZ NEGOTIATNS FOR U.S. CIZENS WHO HAVE BEEN ABDUCTED ABROAD. THEY WERE EFFICIENT. WH TWENTY-FOUR HOURS, THEY HAD MAND PROOF OF LIFE. I WAS ABLE TO LL MY HBAND OM A DISPOSABLE CELL PHONE. I SAID HELLO. AT FIRST, WAS A RELIEF TO HEAR HIS VOICE, TO REMEMBER HIS SE, THE SOFTNS OF HIS LOWER LIP, THE WAY HE ALWAYS WANTED TO HOLD MY HAND. BUT THEN HE STARTED BLATHERG ABOUT HOW I WAS GOG TO BE OKAY AND THAT HE WAS GOG TO DO EVERYTHG HIS POWER TO GET ME BACK. I HUNG UP BEE HE WAS LYG AND HE DIDN’T KNOW .ALTHOUGH MY KIDNAPPG WAS A BS TRANSACTN, MY PTORS ENJOYED MIXG PLEASURE AT MY EXPENSE. I FOUGHT, BUT I ALSO BEGGED THEM TO E NDOMS. I DID WHAT I HAD TO DO. WORSE THGS ULD HAVE HAPPENED. I WAS NOT BROKEN. THAT’S WHAT I TELL MYSELF NOW, WHEN I CLOSE MY EY AND SEE THEIR WHE TEETH LEERG AT ME. IT’S WHAT I TELL MYSELF WHEN I SMELL THEIR STK AND THEIR SEAT OR REMEMBER THE WEIGHT OF THEIR TH, SEWY BODI ON TOP OF ME, TAKG THGS THAT WEREN’T THEIRS TO TAKE. IT’S WHAT I TELL MY HBAND WHEN HE THKS HE WANTS TO KNOW WHAT REALLY HAPPENED. IT IS MOSTLY TE.MY PARENTS’ IEND, CORNE LEBLANCHE, WAS KIDNAPPED NOT LONG BEFORE I WAS TAKEN. SHE AND HER HBAND AND FOUR CHILDREN LIVED HAI YEAR ROUND. SHE ALWAYS SWORE, TO ANYONE WHO WOULD LISTEN, THAT IF SHE WERE EVER KIDNAPPED, HER HBAND SIMON BT MEET HER AT THE AIRPORT WH HER PASSPORT AND CHILDREN ONCE SHE WAS RETURNED BEE SHE WOULD NEVER SPEND ANOTHER NIGHT THE UNTRY. SIMON WAS A FAT, HAPPY, PROMENT BSMAN WHO OWNED A CHA OF RTRANTS AND GAS STATNS THAT DID QUE WELL. HE LGHED WHEN CORNE MA SUCH CLARATNS. HE DIDN’T YET UNRSTAND THAT THE THGS WENT DIFFERENTLY FOR WOMEN. SHE AND THE CHILDREN NOW LIVE MIAMI. SHE LLED ME WHEN MICHAEL AND I RETURNED TO THE STAT. EVEN THOUGH WE SAID VERY LTLE, WE SPOKE FOR A LONG TIME.MY KIDNAPPERS TOOK ME TO A SMALL TWO-STORY HOE WHOUT AIR-NDNG A CRAMPED NEIGHBORHOOD ON THE OUTSKIRTS OF CE SOLEIL. THEY KEPT ME A BACK ROOM FURNISHED WH A SMALL T AND A GREEN PAT BUCKET FILLED WH BRACKISH WATER. THROUGHOUT THE DAY, I ULD HEAR CHILDREN PLAYG ON THE STREET BELOW, MIC OM A HOE NEARLY, A R NOW AND AGA, THE OCSNAL GUNSHOT. I DIDN’T SCREAM OR TRY TO PE. THERE WOULD BE NO POT. ANYONE I MIGHT N TO WOULD JT AS SOON TAKE ME FOR THEMSELV RATHER THAN RCUE ME, BEE PASSN WASN’T AS VALUABLE AS UNE DIASPORA.TWO YEARS AGO, THE MATRIARCH OF THE GILL FAY WAS KIDNAPPED. SHE WAS EIGHTY-ONE. THE KIDNAPPERS KNEW THE FAY HAD MORE MONEY THAN GOD. THEY FAILED TO REALIZE SHE WAS AIL AND DIABETIC. SHE DIED SOON AFTER SHE WAS ABDUCTED. EVERYONE WHO KNEW HER WAS THANKFUL THAT HER SUFFERG WAS ABBREVIATED, UNTIL THE KIDNAPPERS, HAVG LEARNED THE LSON THAT THE ELRLY ARE BAD FOR BS, KIDNAPPED HER GRANDSON, WHO AT THIRTY-SEVEN PROMISED TO BE A FAR MORE LUCRATIVE VTMENT.AT LEAST CRELLA HAD HER WORK TO KEEP HER BY – THE FAIARY OF SWEEPG FLOORS AND WASHG WDOWS AND OKG THE DAILY BREAD. IF NOTHG ELSE, BEE SHE HAD TLY SUFFERED SHE ULD APPRECIATE HER EVER-AFTER.WHAT YOU NNOT POSSIBLY KNOW ABOUT KIDNAPPG UNTIL HAPPENS TO YOU IS THE SHEER BOREDOM OF BEG KEPT MOSTLY ALONE, A SMALL, STIFLG ROOM. YOU START TO WELE THE OCSNAL TERPTN THAT WH A MEAL OR A BOTTLE OF WATER OR A DNKEN PTOR CLIMBG ATOP YOU TO TRANSACT SOME PLEASURE AGAST YOUR WILL. YOU HATE YOURSELF FOR , BUT YOU CRAVE THE STRANGER’S UNWANTED TOUCH BEE THE FIGHT LEFT YOU IS A REMR THAT YOU HAVEN’T BEEN BROKEN. YOU HAVEN’T BEEN BROKEN.BETY LEARNED TO LOVE THE BEAST. SHE FORCED HERSELF TO SEE PAS THE HORROR OF HIS APPEARANCE, PAST HIS BEHAVR, PAST THE CIRCUMSTANC OF HOW THEY ME TO KNOW ONE ANOTHER.ON THE TENTH NIGHT, TI PIERRE LI NEXT TO ME, STARTG AT THE CEILG. HE TELLS ME HIS NAME, AFTER HE’S HAD HIS PLEASURE AND I’VE HAD MY FIGHT. HIS SK IS KED BENEATH MY FGERNAILS AND MY BODY IS STIFF. A BISE IS FORMG ALONG MY JAW. I CLG TO THE EDGE OF THE BED, TRYG TO CREATE AS MUCH DISTANCE AS POSSIBLE BETWEEN OUR BODI UNTIL I REGA THE ENERGY TO FIGHT, TO REMD MYSELF THAT I AM NOT BROKEN. TI PIERRE TALKS TO ME ABOUT HIS LIFE, HIS YOUNG SON, HOW HE WANTS TO BE A NIGHTCLUB EJAY BEE HE LOV AMERIN HIP-HOP MIC. “WE ULD BE IENDS, MAYBE,” HE SAYS, “WE ARE CLOSE AGE.” I ROLL ONTO MY SI AND BE MY KNUCKL. HE RTS A TENR HAND ON MY BACK AND I CRGE, REPULSED. IT IS THE CLOST I WILL E TO CRYG. THE ARE THE THGS I WILL NEVER TELL ANYONE.AT A DNER PARTY ONCE, WH SOME LLEAGU AND SOME OF MICHAEL’S AND LOTS OF WE AND MIC AND EXCELLENT FOOD AND PRETENT BUT ENGAGG NVERSATN, TALK TURNED TO HAI. EVERYONE LEANED FORWARD THEIR SEATS, EARNT THEIR SIRE TO BE GENUE THEIR UNRSTANDG OF THE WORLD. ONE OF MY LLEAGU MENTNED TO A MAGAZE ARTICLE HE READ ABOUT HOW HAI HAD SURPASSED COLOMBIA AS THE KIDNAPPG PAL OF THE WORLD. ANOTHER LLEAGUE TOLD ABOUT A RECENT FEATURE A NATNAL MAGAZE. SOON EVERYONE WAS OFFERG UP THEIR OWN SPERATE PIECE OF RMATN, NJURG A PLACE THAT DO NOT EXIST.ON THE FOURTH DAY OF MY PTIVY, I THOUGHT ABOUT THAT SILLY EVENG, AND THE NEW BS AND PIEC MY IENDS WERE ADDG TO THEIR PORTRA. THREE YEARS LATER, I WOULD OVERHEAR ONE OF THE LLEAGU, TRYG TO BE CHARMG AT A CKTAIL PARTY, TELLG A PREC GRADUATE STUNT THAT HE KNEW SOMEONE WHO HAD BEEN KIDNAPPED ONE OF THOSE THIRD WORLD UNTRI. WHEN I WALKED BY, HE WOULDN’T HAVE A STRONG ENOUGH SENSE OF SHAME TO LOOK AWAY. INSTEAD, HE WOULD TIP HIS WE GLASS MY DIRECTN BEFORE TAKG A LONG SIP AND NTUG TO REGALE HIS DIENCE WH THE FEW LURID TAILS HE KNEW.MY KIDNAPPERS AND MY FAY’S NEGOTIATORS FALLY ME TO AN AGREEMENT ON THE THIRTEENTH DAY. MY KIDNAPPERS SHARED THE NEWS GLEEFULLY. I ULD HEAR THEM THE NEXT ROOM, TALKG ABOUT ALL THE THGS THEY WERE GOG TO DO WH THEIR MONEY. THEIR PLANS WERE MOST, REALLY, WHICH MA ALL SO MUCH WORSE. THEY WIELD RTEL-LIKE PRECISN, AND FOR A LONG WHILE THE ONLY SOUND I ULD HEAR WAS THE BILLS SLIDG AGAST EACH OTHER AS THEY WERE UNTED TO $1,000 STACKS. THIS IS WHAT MY WORTH SOUNDS LIKE, I THOUGHT. HOW LUCKY I AM.A CUBAN IEND ONCE TOLD ME OF A POPULAR LULLABY OM HER UNTRY, ABOUT A MOTHER WH THIRTEEN CHILDREN. THE MOTHER KILLS ONE CHILD TO FEED TWELVE, AND SO ON AND FORTH, UNTIL SHE IS LEFT WH ONE CHILD, WHOM SHE ALSO SLGHTERS. FALLY, SHE RETURNS TO THE MIDDLE OF A RNFIELD WHERE SHE SLGHTERED THE OTHER CHILDREN, AND SLS HER OWN THROAT BEE SHE NNOT BEAR THE BURN OF HAVG DONE WHAT NEED TO BE DONE. AFTER TELLG ME THIS STORY, MY CUBAN IEND SAID, “A WT INDIAN WOMAN ALWAYS FAC SUCH CHOIC.”WHEN MY KIDNAPPERS WERE SATISFIED THAT I HAD BEEN PROPERLY BOUGHT AND PAID FOR, I WAS CLEANED UP, SHOVED TO THE BACK OF THE LAND CISER, AND DROPPED OFF THE CENTER OF AN OPEN MARKET PETNVILLE. I STOOD THERE WHAT REMA OF MY SHIRT AND FILTHY JEANS, MY FEET BARE, MY HAIR A MS. MY HANDS WERE MY POCKETS, MY FGERS CLENCHED TO TIGHT FISTS. I STOOD THERE AND WAED. I TRIED TO BREATHE. I WAS NOT BROKEN. I REMEMBER THOSE TAILS MORE THAN ANY OTHERS. AROUND ME, MEN AND WOMEN HAGGLED OVER CHICKEN AND VEGETABL AND WATER AND RN FLAK AND RADS. I WAS VISIBLE, UNTIL I WASN’T – UNTIL I HEARD MY HBAND SHOUT MY NAME AND N TOWARD ME WH A GROUP OF MEN I DIDN’T REGNIZE. AS MICHAEL MOVED TO EMBRACE ME, I STEPPED BACK. HIS EXPRSN, THAT MOMENT, I ALSO REMEMBER. “YOU’RE SAFE NOW,” HE TOLD ME, AS IF HE UNRSTOOD THE MEANG OF THE WORD.ALICE HAD CHOIC WONRLAND. EAT ME, DRK ME, ENJOY TEA WH A MAD HATTER, ENTERTA THE QUEEN OF HEARTS, DOWN, DOWN THE RABB HOLE.I DIDN’T SPEAK FOR HOURS, NOT WHEN I SAW MY PARENTS OR MY CHILD, WHO PATTED MY CHEEKS WH HIS CHUBBY, WI-OPEN HANDS. I TOOK A LONG SHOWER. I WASHED MY HAIR AND TRIED TO SCB AWAY THE STK AND SWEAT THAT WH BEG TRAPPED A DARK, HOT PLACE WH STRANGE ANGRY MEN. MICHAEL ME TO THE BATHROOM TO CHECK ON ME, AND WHEN HE SAW THE BIS, THE WEIGHT I HAD LOST, THE BOWED AME OF MY BODY, HE GASPED. I WRAPPED MY ARMS AROUND MY BODY. “GET OUT,” I HISSED. “I’M NOT BROKEN.”AFTERWARD, I TOOK MY SOILED CLOTH TO THE FIRE P BEHD MY PARENTS’ HOE AND SMOKED CIGARETTE AFTER CIGARETTE WHILE I WATCHED THE CLOTH BURN. FOR YEARS, I HAD HIDN MY SMOKG OM MY PARENTS, TOLD THEM I’D QU, BUT THIS LIE NO LONGER SEEMED NECSARY. WE ATE DNER TOGETHER THAT EVENG, AS A FAY, ACID BURNG MY THROAT WH EACH BE. EVERYONE WATCHED ME TENTLY. I SED POLELY, TRIED TO GIVE THEM WHAT THEY NEED.IN BED THAT NIGHT, MICHAEL LAY ON HIS SI, WATCHG ME AS I SAT ON THE EDGE OF THE BED. “WHEN YOU’RE READY TO TALK, I’M READY TO LISTEN,” HE SAID. HIS TONE WAS SO KD MA ME NSEO. I WANTED TO TELL HIM THAT I WASN’T THE WOMAN HE MARRIED, THAT I KNEW THGS NOW. INSTEAD, I NODD AND KISSED HIS SHOULR. AFTER HE FELL ASLEEP, I SLIPPED NEXT DOOR TO THE ROOM WHERE CHRISTOPHE SLEPT. I PICKED HIM UP, HALED THE SCENT OF SOFT SK, AND SAT ON THE FLOOR, WATCHG AS HIS LOWER LIP QUIVERED AND HIS TY CHT ROSE AND FELL WH HIS RAPID BABY BREATHS.MY HBAND FOUND ME THE NEXT MORNG, ASLEEP ON THE FLOOR HOLDG OUR SON. “YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE SO STRONG. YOU N CRY,” HE SAID OVER BREAKFAST, AS IF I WERE WAG FOR HIS PERMISSN. I DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO TELL HIM THAT I FELT NOTHG AT ALL. I HELD MYSELF TOGETHER UNTIL THREE DAYS LATER, AFTER WE SAID GOODBYE TO MY PARENTS UNR THE WATCHFUL EYE OF THEIR NEW SECURY TAIL AND BOARD OUR FLIGHT TO MIAMI. THE PLANE TOOK OFF. MY CHT TIGHTENED BEE I KNEW I WOULD NEVER REALLY GET AWAY OM THAT PLACE. “ARE YOU OKAY?” MICHAEL ASKED, BSHG HIS FGERS ACROSS MY CHEEK. I SHOOK MY HEAD, GOT UP, AND LOCKED MYSELF THE FIRST CLASS BATHROOM. AFTER I THREW UP, I STARED AT THE STRANGER THE MIRROR. I IMAGED GOG DOWN, DOWN THE RABB HOLD OF MY OWN HAPPILY-EVER-AFTER.EMBEDCANCELHOW TO FORMAT LYRICS:TYPE OUT ALL LYRICS, EVEN REPEATG SONG PARTS LIKE THE CHOSLYRICS SHOULD BE BROKEN DOWN TO DIVIDUAL LUSE SECTN HEARS ABOVE DIFFERENT SONG PARTS LIKE [VERSE], [CHOS], ETC.USE ALICS (<I>LYRIC</I>) AND BOLD (<B>LYRIC</B>) TO DISTGUISH BETWEEN DIFFERENT VOLISTS THE SAME SONG PARTIF YOU DON’T UNRSTAND A LYRIC, E [?]TO LEARN MORE, CHECK OUT OUR TRANSCRIPTN GUI OR VIS OUR TRANSCRIBERS FOMABOUT

Gay Pri and Prejudice. The Ltle Homo Sapiens Scientist. bisexual, fairytal, fictn, gay, lbian, lgbt, mythology, queer, retellg, retellgs, trans, transgenr.

A NEW GAY FAIRY TALE

Also known as "The Gay Brothers, " this short film showed two men dancg together. Aled Hchck's "Rope" tells the story of two heavily d gay men who murr one of their classmat for the sheer thrill of . The well-known drama clus clear, d gay subtext between troublemakg teen protagonist Jim Stark (Jam Dean) and his new classmate, Plato (Sal Meo who later me out).

GAYFAIRYTAL STORI

Robert Aldrich's film about the breakdown of an agg lbian TV actrs clud a lbian sex scene that broke down a major taboo associated wh the Co's erasure of gay characters on screen. William Friedk's "Cisg" was reviled by many gay viewers, wh one pamphlet sayg that, the film, "gay men are prented as one-dimensnal sex-crazed lunatics.

Hedwig Robson, a gay East German rock sger velops a relatnship wh a younger man, Tommy, beg his mentor and mil llaborator, only to have Tommy steal her mic and bee a rock star.

Ang Lee's film about the long-term secret romance between two wboys (Jake Gyllenhaal and Heath Ledger) ma history as one of the first big mastream movi that centered on a gay love story.

GAY LOVE AND OTHER FAIRY TAL

Moonlight tells the story of a young Black gay man named Chiron as he grows up and to terms wh his inty.

(Parents who don’t yet want to troduce the ia of homophobia uld put the kg’s brief reluctance down to the fact that the uple jt met. I like, too, that Erri mak clear Cedric knew he was gay om the time he was a boy.

Gay Fairi: When and Why.