![]() ![]() ![]() I asked him about some other titles, and title for title, he said it over and over, “We don’t carry that. I still remember the sweat gathering in his mustache as he said it, his eyes narrowing. “We don’t keep that in the store,” is what he said to me. It wasn’t under fiction, so I thought to check the queer section, but it wasn’t there either. When I was in my late teens, I went to the bookstore to buy a copy of Giovanni’s Room, which I had discovered on some online list of gay novels. Things that could be found there: a single copy of a best gay erotica anthology, a couple erotic novels, one or two manga, a coffee table book of artful nudes, and maybe a book about lesbians, depending on the day. This unmarked, nebulous space was the queer section. Top shelf between social studies and psychology: just as the social studies books began to bleed into psychology, there was for the span of a few book spines, a zone of titles that were neither psychology or sociology. The last aisle on the left before the magazines. The queer section in Books-A-Million was hidden in plain sight. ![]()
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