Gustave FLAUBERT was Gay!

"Since we're talking about bardaches, here's what I know. Here we confess his sodomy and we talk about it at the guest table. Sometimes you deny it a little bit, everyone then yells at you and it finally admits. Travelling for our training and tasked with a mission by the government, we saw it as our duty to engage in this mode of ejaculation. It is in the bath that this is practiced: You hold the bath for yourself. You'll know that all the bath guys are bardaches. The last masseurs, the ones who come to rub you when it's all over are usually nice young men. So much for the décor, but it takes a while for the sneering ethnologist to deign to stage himself:

"That day, my Kellak was rubbing me gently, when, having arrived at the noble parts, he rolled up my love balls to clean them, then continuing to rub my chest with his left hand he began to shoot my living and polluting it with a movement of traction, leaning over my shoulder, repeating: batchis, batchis (tipping tip).

Madame Bovary, C'est Moi

"The opportunity hasn't presented itself yet, but we're looking for it. It is in the baths that this is practiced. You hold the bath for yourself (5 francs, including massagers, pipe, coffee, linen) and put your lover in one of the rooms. »

"By the way, you ask me if I have consumed the work of the baths. Yes, and on a young fellow engraved with smallpox and who had a huge white turban. It made me laugh, that's all. But I'll do it again. For an experiment to be well done, it must be repeated. » In the few passages that can be read in his correspondences, Flaubert writes a literature of lascivious moisteurs. Desire, rather softness. Even in scenes of homosexual consumption, we must recognize that we are far from the super masculinity regime. The virtue of the sexual is not to possess, but to be penetrated from all sides, to let go of one's body in the twuitous of an abandoned being, to live as an offer of flesh.

Eldergays -- Gustave Flaubert--Who's had him? /

R4 I'm 30 years old. I'm sorry if you're not one of the people who like to cultivate themselves and always like to learn something. In fact, educating yourself has nothing to do with your age. Otherwise the Universities would not exist.

What an idiot.

Letter to Louis Bouilhet

"This morning at noon, dear and poor old man, I received your long and long letter so desired. She moved me to the bowels. I got wet. As I think of you, come on! priceless bugger! How many times a day I mention to you — and I regret you! If you think you miss me, I miss you too, and walking with my nose in the air in the streets, looking at the blue sky, the moucharabiehs of houses and the minarets covered with birds I dream of you like you in your little room on Rue Beauvoisine, by your fire, while the rain flows on your windows and Huart is there. It must be cold in Rouen now, that old, annoying cold bugger. We have wet legs and we get bored thinking about the sun. When we meet again, he'll have spent many days. I mean a lot of things. Will we always be the same, will there be nothing changed in the communion of our beings? I have too much pride in ourselves not to believe it. Always work, stay who you are. Continue your disgusting and sublime way of life. And then we'll see to make the skin of these drums that we stretch so dru for a long time. [...]

To Louis Bouilhet, March 13, 1850.

"Back in Benisouf. We fucked (as well as Siout) in a hut so low, that we had to crawl to get in. You could only bend over. We fucked on a straw mat, between four walls of Nile silt under a roof of reed boots, in the light of a lamp placed in the thickness of the wall. » [...] "Well! I did not fuck, on purpose, out of bias, in order to keep the melancholy of this painting and to make it remain deeper in me. Also I left with a great glare, and that I kept. There is nothing more beautiful than these lads calling you. If I had fucked, another image would have come over that one and attenuated its splendour. » [...]

[quote] (tipping tip)

Is that money, R1?

R8 Yes absolutely. The money you give to the waiters for example.

- To Louise Colet, December 27, 1852.

"In the end the hero wants to chastize himself, by a kind of mystical mania. I had, in the midst of my troubles in Paris, at the age of nineteen, this desire (I will show you in the Rue Vivienne a shop in front of which I stopped one evening, taken by this idea with imperious intensity), while I stayed two whole years without seeing a single man. (Last year, when I told you about the idea of entering a convent, it was my old sourdough that came back to me.) There comes a time when you need to suffer, to hate your flesh, to throw mud in your face, because it seems hideous. »

Madame Bovary was rather tedious, wasn't she?

Did Flaubert do Thérèse Raquin?

With a name like Gustave Flaubert, it was destined.

R12 Why? Can you explain it?

He just never met the right girl

R11. That was Zola.

He is NOT gay. He was seen canoodling with Taylor Swift.

You queens think everyone is gay! What, are you gonna claim Henry James was a huge homo, too?!!

I'm loving Flaubert's hair in OP's photo.

He died of syphilis.