On another trip to the Half Price Books store, I had to use the loo. They've cleverly used the covers from old Harlequin Romance novels from the 50's and 60's as a border atop the wainscoting, so they're at eye level as you wash your hands and such. There were bunches and bunches, but a few titles struck me as perhaps more... significant than others. Could our pre-Internet forebears have been more clued in to the variant stripes of sexuality than is commonly suspected?
Exhibit A: Gay Cavalier
Exhibit B: Master of Saramanca
Exhibit C: Citadel of Swallows
and finally, Exhibit D: A Night for Possums.