Gloria Brame, Ph.D.

The covers of our mothers: Lesbian pulp fiction

Filed By Gloria Brame, Ph.D. | June 07, 2010 6:30 PM | comments

Filed in: Gay Icons and History, Media
Tags: bisexual pulp, gay history, lesbian pulp novels, pulp fiction, vintage pulp

I just can't get enough of those wacky 50s and 60s pulp novels. I wonder if the women who bought them were like me when I first began exploring kinky sex -- stealing into newstands trying to look casual but heading straight to the rack I knew so well from previous visits, pretending to thumb through a range of materials before selecting the one that I really came to purchase, avoiding the cashier's eyes as I paid, and then hurrying home to spend an hour or two closely perusing the fine literature for my private delectation. Yeah. That old closet really stank.


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Hahaha. I remember discovering books like this in my parents' book collection, hidden away in a corner. The best part was that most of them had a warning on the inside that these books were meant for "professional psychologist and sociologists" for "study." Sure, sure...

Gloria, you described me as well. I was stealthy as could be as I wandered through the stacks of porn. Of course, as a man, it's a lot easier to peruse the magazines in the back room because everyone just assumes you're looking for the "normal" stuff. If there was anyone there while I was there, I'd pull the girlie magazines off the shelf to peruse and once alone, I'd grab the gay porn and make it to the cashier (and you're right - no eye contact!) and out of the store before someone spotted what I had in my hand.

And of course as soon as I got home, my hands were full. "Closely perusing" is a nice euphemism.

I love the font on the last one. G-A-Y G-I-R-L all in boxes. I think she might just live outside of those 1960s boxes... :)

I know, it looks like a sitcom title.

Also love the "she was so beautiful and yet she was still a lesbian" line. And that attitude's still around.