/lit/ - Literature

>OP never shared a bunk with a bro
>OP doesn't kiss his homies goodnight
>OP will never know the embrace of platonic love
seethe more

>>23330666
Fuck off Satan.

>>23330696
make better bait

>>23330666
>OP never given a brojob

>>23330656
Bros, I keep reading it (Chapter 11) and it's still about gay sex, I honestly thought that it was a meme, a hyperbole. How did Melville get away with it? Is it because no one read it when it came out?

>>23330656
Don't worry, later in the book a dwarf tries to murder a nigga and the ship's crew segregates.

>>23331503
[...] with several others, I sat down before a large Constantine’s bath of it, I found it strangely concreted into lumps, here and there rolling about in the liquid part. It was our business to squeeze these lumps back into fluid. A sweet and unctuous duty! No wonder that in old times this sperm was such a favourite cosmetic. Such a clearer! such a sweetener! such a softener! such a delicious molifier! After having my hands in it for only a few minutes, my fingers felt like eels, and began, as it were, to serpentine and spiralise.
As I sat there at my ease, cross-legged on the deck; after the bitter exertion at the windlass; under a blue tranquil sky; the ship under indolent sail, and gliding so serenely along; as I bathed my hands among those soft, gentle globules of infiltrated tissues, woven almost within the hour; as they richly broke to my fingers, and discharged all their opulence, like fully ripe grapes their wine; as I snuffed up that uncontaminated aroma,—literally and truly, like the smell of spring violets; I declare to you, that for the time I lived as in a musky meadow; I forgot all about our horrible oath; in that inexpressible sperm, I washed my hands and my heart of it; I almost began to credit the old Paracelsan superstition that sperm is of rare virtue in allaying the heat of anger; while bathing in that bath, I felt divinely free from all ill-will, or petulance, or malice, of any sort whatsoever.

Squeeze! squeeze! squeeze! all the morning long; I squeezed that sperm till I myself almost melted into it; I squeezed that sperm till a strange sort of insanity came over me; and I found myself unwittingly squeezing my co-laborers’ hands in it, mistaking their hands for the gentle globules. Such an abounding, affectionate, friendly, loving feeling did this avocation beget; that at last I was continually squeezing their hands, and looking up into their eyes sentimentally; as much as to say,—Oh! my dear fellow beings, why should we longer cherish any social acerbities, or know the slightest ill-humor or envy! Come; let us squeeze hands all round; nay, let us all squeeze ourselves into each other; let us squeeze ourselves universally into the very milk and sperm of kindness.

Would that I could keep squeezing that sperm for ever!

>>23331503
>How did Melville get away with it?

In Melville's time it was common for boys to have sex with each other in boarding school and naval ships were notorious for sodomy, so nothing new here.

>>23330656
It's a joke. Queequeg's affectionate disposition is contrasted with his intimidating appearance.
>>23331503
Quit projecting your fetish onto everything, faggot

>>23331522
I remember this bit

You never squeeze sperm with your bros? And you call yourself OP.