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As I said in another thread,
It’s the 20th and 21st century speaking. There’s an older concept of a romantic friendship that can involve a great deal of physical and emotional intimacy that does not involve sex or sexual feelings. Abraham Lincoln is sort of well known for having one with his BFF Joshua Speed. 19th century British and American literature is replete with “bosom friends” - chaste same sex pairings that walk around holding hands and sharing innermost secrets, but DON’T jump into bed for some quick nookie.
From the novel “Tom Brown’s Schooldays”, 1857, by Thomas Hughes (This is a “British Boarding School” classic, and a stylistic and thematic predecessor of Harry Potter. It’s available on Project Gutenberg)
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It was evening when the housekeeper summoned him to the sick-room. Arthur was lying on the sofa by the open window, through which the rays of the western sun stole gently, lighting up his white face and golden hair. Tom remembered a German picture of an angel which he knew; often had he thought how transparent and golden and spirit-like it was; and he shuddered, to think how like it Arthur looked, and felt a shock as if his blood had all stopped short, as he realized how near the other world his friend must have been to look like that. Never till that moment had he felt how his little chum had twined himself round his heart-strings, and as he stole gently across the room and knelt down, and put his arm round Arthur’s head on the pillow, felt ashamed and half-angry at his own red and brown face, and the bounding sense of health and power which filled every fibre of his body, and made every movement of mere living a joy to him. He needn’t have troubled himself: it was this very strength and power so different from his own which drew Arthur so to him.
Arthur laid his thin, white hand, on which the blue veins stood out so plainly, on Tom’s great brown fist, and smiled at him; and then looked out of the window again, as if he couldn’t bear to lose a moment of the sunset, into the tops of the great feathery elms, round which the rooks were circling and clanging, returning in flocks from their evening’s foraging parties. The elms rustled, the sparrows in the ivy just outside the window chirped and fluttered about, quarrelling, and making it up again; the rooks, young and old, talked in chorus, and the merry shouts of the boys and the sweet click of the cricket-bats came up cheerily from below.
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They AREN’T gay!
It’s the 20th and 21st century speaking. There’s an older concept of a romantic friendship that can involve a great deal of physical and emotional intimacy that does not involve sex or sexual feelings. Abraham Lincoln is sort of well known for having one with his BFF Joshua Speed. 19th century British and American literature is replete with “bosom friends” - chaste same sex pairings that walk around holding hands and sharing innermost secrets, but DON’T jump into bed for some quick nookie.
From the novel “Tom Brown’s Schooldays”, 1857, by Thomas Hughes (This is a “British Boarding School” classic, and a stylistic and thematic predecessor of Harry Potter. It’s available on Project Gutenberg)
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It was evening when the housekeeper summoned him to the sick-room. Arthur was lying on the sofa by the open window, through which the rays of the western sun stole gently, lighting up his white face and golden hair. Tom remembered a German picture of an angel which he knew; often had he thought how transparent and golden and spirit-like it was; and he shuddered, to think how like it Arthur looked, and felt a shock as if his blood had all stopped short, as he realized how near the other world his friend must have been to look like that. Never till that moment had he felt how his little chum had twined himself round his heart-strings, and as he stole gently across the room and knelt down, and put his arm round Arthur’s head on the pillow, felt ashamed and half-angry at his own red and brown face, and the bounding sense of health and power which filled every fibre of his body, and made every movement of mere living a joy to him. He needn’t have troubled himself: it was this very strength and power so different from his own which drew Arthur so to him.
Arthur laid his thin, white hand, on which the blue veins stood out so plainly, on Tom’s great brown fist, and smiled at him; and then looked out of the window again, as if he couldn’t bear to lose a moment of the sunset, into the tops of the great feathery elms, round which the rooks were circling and clanging, returning in flocks from their evening’s foraging parties. The elms rustled, the sparrows in the ivy just outside the window chirped and fluttered about, quarrelling, and making it up again; the rooks, young and old, talked in chorus, and the merry shouts of the boys and the sweet click of the cricket-bats came up cheerily from below.
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They AREN’T gay!