Poor sad, alcoholic, tubercular — also probably gay, and most certainly libidinous — Branwell Brontë. How was he to ever shine when those bitch sisters of his kept hogging the spotlight? Is it a wonder he shambled off this mortal coil in an opiate haze all but forgotten? Still! A museum is set to exhibit “secret, sexy drawings” made before his untimely death. “Research for the exhibition has unearthed faintly-drawn indecent pencil sketches of figures on the back of a finished drawing. The exhibition also charts his failed affairs and possible fathering of an illegitimate child.” [via]
The Sexy Doodles of Branwell Brontë
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