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Young Mungo
by Douglas Stuart
I think it’s far beyond time that books that are labeled as “Queer Literature” stop focusing so heavy on S.A. and r***. There is so much beauty and depth to the queer community beyond sexual trauma, and the critical focus on this is immensely weird. Why is it that a community of (mostly straight) critics and readers would praise a book about gay trauma? Why is the literary world obsessed with watching gay people suffer?