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gay小说篇一：GAY讨厌的腐女类型
GAY讨厌的腐女类型 ，大家反思下
2011-08-16 23:23
1.满口只有HHHH的同人女 原因:不用说大家都知道吧- -/////
2.一心想把直男培养成BL的同人女
原因:那很自私,只是因为你自己喜欢支持BL,就硬把人家也弄成BL,要知道
现实没有小说里面那么完美,现实有多残酷,只有体验过的人才明白,
如果可以,没有多少人希望自己是BL吧?何苦害了人家呢?
3.口口声声说着由于真爱而支持BL却十分排斥GL甚至觉得GL恶心的同人女
原因:请问,BL的爱是真爱,GL的爱就是假的了吗?你支持BL却排斥GL,是因
为你是女生,支持BL只是纯粹色心作祟罢了.
4.说支持BL却只接受美型男之间的恋爱
原因:我承认每个人都喜欢看美美的东西,人也不例外,但是,像漫画里那样
那么美型的搭配在现实生活中有几对?竟然你是为他们的爱而感动,
又为何因为外貌不合你意就多加贬责?在内心,你根本就不是真正的
同人女.
5.抢好朋友(BL)的男朋友
原因:人家一个男生,当然抢不过一个女生,从一开始他就处于不利地位,这
点大家都很清楚吧.占着自己的优势去伤害别人,你很快乐吗?你有想
过他的感受吗?
6.大嘴巴的同人女 理由:不用我说大家都知道....
7.挖人隐私的同人女
原因:每个人都有秘密,尤其是像BL GL这类的朋友,很多事是很难启齿的,
有的时候好奇问问当然可以,可是只能点到为止,竟然人家不愿意说,
还死要追问,那就是你的不对!
8.虚伪的同人女
原因:表面上说是支持BL,实际上只是为了表明自己很开明,认为这是一种
时尚,完全的虚荣心理!
目前就只有这些.
说这些并不是因为无聊,而是为了让一些同人女明白,我们支持BL是我们自己的事情,不应该老是去打扰BL的生活,他们愿意跟我们做朋友自然是很欢迎他们,他们不愿意理我们也无所谓,大家走自己的路,谁也不犯谁.人家有自己的痛苦不想说,我们就不问,不要去伤害他们.
同时,我是想道歉,以前刚成为同人的时候,总认为BL是很美好的,只要相爱就会有好结局,所以对一些茫然求助的朋友,一个劲的怂恿他们成为BL,一点也没考虑到现实的残酷,对此,我真的感到很后悔,对不起,这是我欠你们的道歉.
几年的时间,我真的明白了很多,我一直都是支持BL和GL的,也不反对BG,对我来说,只要是真爱,我都支持.所以对那些还很稚嫩的同人,我想说,请站在别人的角度为别人想一想.如果可以的话,请对那些不知道自己是不是BL而向你求助的朋友说:在不确定之前,请尝试去喜欢女生.
gay小说篇二：好看的都市小说
我看的第一篇都市言情，看完之后惊为天人，也不长，但是是看都市言情必看的小说。 《温暖的弦》
这篇是典型的童话爱情故事，也是很经典的文，不过看起来很纠结就是了。
《青青陌上桑》
豪门爱情故事，灰姑娘和冷漠的王子结婚，但是她能不能幸福呢？
+++++《风起青萍》
看开头的时候还以为是悬疑呢，写案发现场还挺恐怖的，后面就好多了，强势的男主加自立的女主。
+++++《大爱晚成》
我还是蛮喜欢这篇文的，女主很可爱，经历很曲折，还好最后幸福了。
《翻译官》
这篇也是很多人推荐的，看完之后只能说，本身很好看，但是少儿不宜。
《君子一诺》
又是爱人去世，一个人再次寻找幸福的故事，就是过程有点长，还是不错。
《佳期如梦》
这是我推荐里唯一一篇悲剧，匪我思存的文章都很好，不过是悲剧，没怎么看。
+++++《心简如素》
也很好看的小说，我太喜欢里面的男主了，看到最后都要幸福到笑出声来了。
《大约是爱》
跟《大爱晚成》一种风格的，但是个人更喜欢前者。
《谁是谁的谁》
这篇也我很喜欢，很温暖的，而且结局让人有苦尽甘来的感觉，就是可怜了男二。 《原来你还在这里》
我看的第二篇都市言情，感觉很好，很真实，辛夷坞的文过程都很艰难但最后能过得去，虽然很多遗憾，但是已经是最好的结局了。
《致我们终将逝去的青春》
看辛夷坞的文有个好处就是可以在她这本小说里看到那本里主角的客串。看题目就知道这本小说也写得挺真实，但是我很喜欢林静，就觉得结局好哇。
《许我向你看》
这本语言很搞笑，但是故事很凄凉的感觉，希望辛夷坞可以给个幸福的结局。
《第三种爱情》
没弄明白为什么这本小说会受欢迎，看到故事的开头就注定了不能有好结局，纠结啊。 《灯火阑珊》
可怜里面的女主，不过还好，歪打正着遇到了个还不错的男主。
《会有天使替我爱你》
明晓溪的，好像还拍成电视剧了，个人建议还是看书比较好。
《泡沫之夏》
也是明晓溪的名著，开始我还挺喜欢的，结果太长了，看到后面就没热情了。
《一光年的距离有多远》
我在书店一口气看完的，校园小说，结局没懂，女主到底是醒还是没醒啊。
《狼的诱惑》
看的时候很被吸引，一激动就买了书，番外看一遍哭一遍。我没看过《那小子真帅》，也没看《局外人》，可爱淘的书据说都不错。
这个是强烈推荐的，不是爱情小说，是传奇的一个系列，写了好多年了吧，台湾左晴雯写的。六个绝世大帅哥玩转世界的故事。十几二十个小故事，不知道有没有完结篇。
《大清集团》系列
这个清穿迷可以看啊，写现代版的清朝故事，各个阿哥成了大清集团的各部门主管，还不错，晋江上的连载。
《忽而今夏》
又是很多人推荐的文，但是我没看出兴趣，只能说萝卜青菜，各有所爱吧。
《良辰讵可待》
又是跟《何以》一个类型的，但是加入了男主生病的戏码，挺感人的，结局也很好。 《微雨红尘》
这个还没看完，据说是不错，文笔比较朴素，到目前为止觉得一般。
《时光掩埋的秘密》
桐华的现代文，还没看，室友推荐说还行。
1.《船到桥头自然直》
此文就是一个胆小如鼠怕天怕地怕鬼怕死总之什么都怕的女主遭遇了一个不但腹黑而且心黑脸黑手黑无处不黑的男主，从而引发的一场你追我赶，你来我躲，你强我弱的纠结故事。
叶轻舟（怯弱）：大爷，大叔，大哥，你是我的天我的地，只要放我一条活路，我每天都祈祷您福如东海，寿比南山??
乔洛（冷笑）：你心里真的这么想？
叶轻舟（竖起三指）：我愿意对天发誓！
乔洛（挑眉轻笑）：你不是说我就是你的天么，
那你对着我发誓就好了。
2.《徐徐涂抹》
涂景致自顾自地成长了。随性有点颓，却长成现今的RAS女王。
徐顾离，本想慢慢抓住这只小猫，却发现，慢不下来了。
有个文案是这样说的，“一个女人看到就想扑倒的男主！一个男女看到都想扑倒的女主 ”
3.《你是我学生又怎样》
十八岁的赵水光遇见二十八岁的谈书墨，
他说：“我大你九岁又怎样，这有什么不好的呢？所有的快乐我与你分享，所有的苦痛我比你先尝
于是这个极品男人步步进攻，从高中到大学一路相守。
她说：“遇上他谈书墨是她赵水光一生最大的福气，以后，不再有”
青涩的女生一路成长，迸发出动人的花朵。 正因为是十八岁的赵水光时遇上了二十八岁的谈书墨，没有早一步，没有晚一步，在对的时间遇见对的人，谁又能说这不是莫大的幸福？
4.《任寻我心》
二十六岁的软件研发项目经理方从心，机缘巧合之下，将两居室中的一间出租给了“无 家 可
归”的大学毕业生任寻。她惊讶地发现，任寻这个名字，竟与她喜欢的网络写手的笔名一模一样?? 然而，眼前这个大男孩儿所表现出的“流浪艺术家气质”，与“腹黑奸诈的性格”，却又与网络上的写手任寻判若两人。
莫非真的是一体两面？
任寻有自己的理想，不为现实妥协，其处女作《列国任行》言辞犀利，直击现实人生。方从心极力协助任寻出版他的处女作。两人在网上虚拟世界与网下现实人生的感情扑朔迷离，爱情，会如小说一般大团圆结局吗？
“真的猛士，敢于直面惨淡的人生，敢于正视淋漓的鲜血。这是怎样的哀痛者和幸福者？唯其哀痛而清醒，唯其幸福而无法割舍。”
“写作是一段甜蜜与艰辛并存的苦旅，唯有真正热爱创作、甚至将创作视为生存之意义的人，才能坚定不移地走下去，哪怕需要忍受黎明之前最浓烈寒冷的黑暗。”
“确实有这样一类人，他们胸怀大志又桀骜不逊，不愿将骄傲的翅膀匍匐在鲜花下的泥泞里，不喜欢被人捆绑上满身枷锁吊上山顶的感觉。他们宁愿自己出去闯，哪怕从山脚下的第一颗砾石踩起。而这些人一旦熬过颠沛岁月，要么以自身积累的资本为起跳点跳到更高更好的地方，要么则能够拼出一条属于自己的路。”
谨以此文——献给，正在勇敢地追寻着爱与自我的你。
5.《微微一笑很倾城》
主角：贝微微(芦苇微微) 肖奈(一笑奈何)
类型:网游 言情 校园
风格:轻松
算是以网络游戏为基础吧，男女主人公认识，相恋，走进现实，感觉很温馨，没有什么大恶的女配，深情的男配，没有激烈的矛盾冲突，但就是让人感到温馨，想笑！
(PS:此文也是漫漫唯一一篇女主大美女的说....
6.《青涩之恋》
大学刚刚毕业的林青是个“假小子”
按程晓雨的话说，林青就是让女人看了一眼，就想把她扑倒，男人看了一眼就想变成GAY的特种人。
在外人看来，林青有点傻，工作上太认真，可以废寝忘食，感情上也太认真
以至于守着已出国多年的暗恋对象，从不变心。
可是林青平静而认真的生活，在遇到了魏成晨开始却走向了另一道轨道??
7.《良言写意》
在亿万人之中，他只会对她一个人这样笑，
也只会对她才有怒不可遏的表情。
这么多的东西都是她独享的。
如今他眉目间的青涩已经退去，
可是那颗爱她的心却越来越坚不可摧。
8..《逃嫁新娘》
灯红酒绿，霓裳阑珊，笙歌艳舞，醉生梦死。
旧上海滩
又没搞错，我就是跑步摔了一脚就摔回去了77年！
阴差阳错我还要嫁给这个。。。这个。。。。。
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拍拍手，地动山摇。
旧上海的东家，这个男子沉默少语。却是迷惑众生的俊俏，他的野心，他的复仇，他的不得已。
谁能知晓？
“她是一块没有雕刻过的玉，她是会飞的鸟。”
“可是我只想看见她，想她待在我身边，哪怕囚禁了她。”
9.寄秋龙门系列
《贼美人》
《扛上坏妹子》
??
10.典心恶魔系列
《恶魔的吻痕》
《恶魔的新郎》
??
《被迫风流》
第二卷故事简介：何琼和宋先生分开了，暂时分开了，有谁会走进来，何琼经历了一个男人接力赛，谁是最后一棒，小说的结局敬请期待。
第一卷故事简介： 栓子，其实对爱情和婚姻都模棱两可，他一边想着金凤，又惦记着芳草。他每天都会陷入两难的境地。与其这样做着抉择，不如两边****。
樱花小镇是个富裕的小镇，但是富裕并非所有人都富裕，富裕背景下的贫穷更悲哀。但是人们心存美好，奋斗、寻找、挣扎，距离目标越来越近。钱变成天使和魔鬼把人生百态呈现在我们面前，小镇羽化成五彩的蝴蝶飞舞。人们变成天使张一对翅膀飞向爱情，飞向新生活。
《多情总裁乖巧妻》
林以晴，一个初谙社会的纯情少女，却在无意中撞破了顶头上司的好事。无意中又发现和自己相恋多年的男友背叛了自己，在自己的感情道路上她败的一塌糊涂，伤心之余，她被滥情上司缠住。
而他却是有名的花心大少，和他在一起的女人都超不过一个星期的时间，她逐渐陷入他设计好的圈套里，无法自拔。
为救前男友，她被迫做他一个礼拜的女人，前车之鉴，她很有可能向他原来的女人一样，七天之后，她就会像垃圾一样被他丢掉??
《众里寻她千百度》
很难相信一只狗可以治愈你的心灵创伤，但千百度做到了。它教我们怎么寻求心灵的稳定和自由，教我们学会同情与宽容，把人与人之间，人与动物之间的相处秘诀交给了我们。 当你打开这本书，就打开了一个不曾关注过的世界。
在这个世界上，没有一种动物比人类更善良，所以有“人性”之说，以示与动物的区别。同时，没有一种动物比人类更凶残，人类建造钢筋水泥的城市，统治其它生灵，动物被捕捉，被虐待，被观赏，被吞噬。
千百度，都市中成千上万的被遗弃的狗之一。
祝晓辰，患有严重恐狗症的女孩。
她们偶然邂逅，随后不幸分离，在彼此寻找中又几次擦肩而过。
在漫漫寻找途中，通过各自的角度来观察人间种种，寻找的不止是主人，不止是家人，不止是爱??我们在寻找中回归自己。
千百度说：“快乐是生活的主要内容，没有什么不能谅解??”
《神秘首席的契约》
第一部《神秘首席的契约（全）》；第二部《邪神王子的魅惑（全）》
三年前，她为了要救她的妹妹，被迫将自己三年的青春卖给了一个神秘的人物！三年后，正当她幸庆自己可以脱离魔爪之时，那个侵占她身体的男人，竟设下一个一亿的迷局，只为与她签订一份终生契??
真相扑溯迷离??
是爱是恨，她已分不清，而她，也因为一系列离奇的遭遇，卷入一场生死攸关的旋涡??
《禁爱妈咪》
他：帅气，霸道、狂妄、嚣张，
她：虽然平凡无奇，但却有一身傲骨，性格淡然且不失火爆。
她：为了得到他答应的那笔钱，决定跟他结婚，以为各取所需之后，便各分东西，结果，他却食言了。
他：跟她结婚只是因为，他心中那份久久无法忘怀的仇恨。
《诱爱：蜜桃甜心》
gay小说篇三：英文短篇小说The Nightingale and theRose
2. The Nightingale and the Rose
(by Oscar Wilde)
"She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses," cried the young Student; "but in all my garden there is no red rose."
From her nest in the holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves, and wondered.
"No red rose in all my garden!" he cried, and his beautiful eyes filled with tears. "Ah, on what little things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched."
"Here at last is a true lover," said the Nightingale. "Night after night have I sung of him, though I knew him not: night after night have I told his story to the stars, and now I see him. His hair is dark as the hyacinth-blossom, and his lips are red as the rose of his desire; but passion has made his face like pale ivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow."
"The Prince gives a ball tomorrow night," murmured the young Student, "and my love will be of the company. If I bring her a red rose she will dance with me till dawn. If I bring her a red rose, I shall hold her in my arms, and she will lean her head upon my shoulder, and her hand will be clasped in mine. But there is no red rose in my garden, so I shall sit lonely, and she will pass me by. She will have no heed of me, and my heart will break."
"Here indeed is the true lover," said the Nightingale. "What I sing of, he suffers - what is joy to me, to him is pain. Surely Love is a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds, and dearer than fine opals. Pearls and pomegranates cannot buy it, nor is it set forth in the marketplace. It may not be purchased of the merchants, nor can it be weighed out in the balance for gold."
"The musicians will sit in their gallery," said the young Student, "and play upon their stringed instruments, and my love will dance to the sound of the harp and the violin. She will dance so lightly that her feet will not touch the floor, and the courtiers in their gay dresses will throng round her. But with me she will not dance, for I have no red rose to give her"; and he flung himself down on the grass, and buried his face in his hands, and wept.
"Why is he weeping?" asked a little Green Lizard, as he ran past him with his tail in the air.
"Why, indeed?" said a Butterfly, who was fluttering about after a sunbeam. "Why, indeed?" whispered a Daisy to his neighbour, in a soft, low voice. "He is weeping for a red rose," said the Nightingale.
"For a red rose?" they cried; "how very ridiculous!" and the little Lizard, who was something of a cynic, laughed outright.
But the Nightingale understood the secret of the Student's sorrow, and she sat silent in the oak-tree, and thought about the mystery of Love.
Suddenly she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She passed through the grove like a shadow, and like a shadow she sailed across the garden.
In the centre of the grass-plot was standing a beautiful Rose-tree, and when she saw it she flew over to it, and lit upon a spray.
"Give me a red rose," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song." But the Tree shook its head.
"My roses are white," it answered; "as white as the foam of the sea, and whiter than the snow upon the mountain. But go to my brother who grows round the old sundial, and perhaps he will give you what you want."
So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing round the old sundial.
"Give me a red rose," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song." But the Tree shook its head.
"My roses are yellow," it answered; "as yellow as the hair of the mermaiden who sits upon an amber throne, and yellower than the daffodil that blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe. But go to my brother who grows beneath the Student's window, and perhaps he will give you what you want."
So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing beneath the Student's window.
"Give me a red rose," she cried, "and I will sing you my sweetest song." But the Tree shook its head.
"My roses are red," it answered, "as red as the feet of the dove, and redder than the great fans of coral that wave and wave in the ocean-cavern. But the winter has chilled my veins, and the frost has nipped my buds, and the storm has broken my branches, and I shall have no roses at all this year."
"One red rose is all I want," cried the Nightingale, "only one red rose! Is there no way by which I can get it?"
"There is away," answered the Tree; "but it is so terrible that I dare not tell it to you."
"Tell it to me," said the Nightingale, "I am not afraid."
"If you want a red rose," said the Tree, "you must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your own heart'sblood. You must sing to me with your breast against a thorn. All night long you must sing to me, and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your life-blood must flow into my veins, and become mine."
"Death is a great price to pay for a red rose," cried the Nightingale, "and Life is very dear to all. It is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and to watch the Sun in
his chariot of gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl. Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill. Yet Love is better than Life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man?"
So she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She swept over the garden like a shadow, and like a shadow she sailed through the grove.
The young Student was still lying on the grass, where she had left him, and the tears were not yet dry in his beautiful eyes.
"Be happy," cried the Nightingale, "be happy; you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with my own heart's-blood. All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover, for Love is wiser than Philosophy, though she is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty. Flame- coloured are his wings, and coloured like flame is his body. His lips are sweet as honey, and his breath is like frankincense."
The Student looked up from the grass, and listened, but he could not understand what the Nightingale was saying to him, for he only knew the things that are written down in books.
But the Oak-tree understood, and felt sad, for he was very fond of the little Nightingale who had built her nest in his branches.
"Sing me one last song," he whispered; "I shall feel very lonely when you are gone."
So the Nightingale sang to the Oak-tree, and her voice was like water bubbling from a silver jar.
When she had finished her song the Student got up, and pulled a note-book and a lead-pencil out of his pocket.
"She has form," he said to himself, as he walked away through the grove - "that cannot be denied to her; but has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact,
she is like most artists; she is all style, without any sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that the arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity it is that they do not mean anything, or do any practical good." And he went into his room, and lay down on his little pallet-bed, and began to think of his love; and, after a time, he fell asleep.
And when the Moon shone in the heavens the Nightingale flew to the Rose-tree, and set her breast against the thorn. All night long she sang with her breast against the thorn, and the cold crystal Moon leaned down and listened. All night long she sang, and the thorn went deeper and deeper into her breast, and her life-blood ebbed away from her.
She sang first of the birth of love in the heart of a boy and a girl. And on the top-most spray of the Rose-tree there blossomed a marvellous rose, petal following petal, as song followed song. Pale was it, at first, as the mist that hangs over the river - pale as the feet of the morning, and silver as the wings of the dawn. As the shadow of a rose in a mirror of silver, as the shadow of a rose in a water-pool, so was the rose that blossomed on the topmost spray of the Tree.
But the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn. "Press closer, little Nightingale," cried the Tree, "or the Day will come before the rose is finished."
So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and louder and louder grew her song, for she sang of the birth of passion in the soul of a man and a maid.
And a delicate flush of pink came into the leaves of the rose, like the flush in the face of the bridegroom when he kisses
