The Road to El Dorado

I’m reading a very manly 1950s account of a hunt for el dorado but i’m thirty pages in and the narrator has already described his travelling companion as “handsome” 4 times, “extremely handsome” twice, “exceedingly handsome” once, his voice as “quietly husky” and “a husky whisper,” his fingers as long and deft, his body as “tall and cat-like,” and his eyes as some variation of ice-blue at least three times. just men being dudes. dudes being pals. it’s great. this is great. “Ever since he had aimed that gun at my throat, I had liked him immensely. And now I liked him even better.” oh my god “I awoke when a beam of light fell across my eyes. Jorge had come into my room carrying a lighted candle. I’m going with you,” he said quietly. “I can’t pay you.” He smiled. “I thought I was a partner?”” OH MY GOD according to apparently every adaptation of a search of el dorado, i think we can conclude that maybe the real el dorado was the homosexuality we found along the way i’m adopting this as a term for someone working to understand their sexual orientation. #oh megan dated dudes exclusively in college but these days i hear she’s on the road to el dorado (🤷‍♀️) From now on, every person figuring out their sexuality is on the road to el dorado the real treasure was the gay we found along the way

A screenshot of a social-media thread about an old-fashioned adventure story whose narrator repeatedly describes another man as handsome, husky-voiced, graceful, and cat-like. The increasingly romantic quotations turn the quest for El Dorado into a joke about discovering homosexuality and understanding one’s sexual orientation. It is shared as a reaction to intense subtext, queer realization, or unexpectedly homoerotic writing.

• @rzeczyzabawne / 17751 2024-08-06