[Your] name seemed like a wonderful gift to me. It seems so still. I have carried it for a long time, the most precious thing I owned. I spoke it rarely, so that it would not become tainted by my surroundings. I kept it buried deep inside, and when I had nothing else to cling to, with a single whisper in the dark I would name you, careful not to be heard and in doing so, something of you would be restored to me, and something of myself would be saved.”
Image: Photographer, subjects unknown; courtesy of Osvaldo, Men Together
Text: Peter Hobbs, ‘In the Orchard, The Swallows’ excerpt
Tagged: Osvaldo, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection
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Gorgeous. Really quite affecting. Thank you.