This makes me really, really happy. Thanks Stacy and Michele
Tagged: bears, gay, Glee, Say A Little Prayer
Author Archives: Kenneth Hill
you’re holding onto me like it’s the end of the world 2
One-year anniversary of falling in love with this video, this song, this man. Matt Alber’s ‘End of the World’ is romantic and heartbreakingly gorgeous. Since seeing this, I’ve never sat in a barber’s chair without thinking of (ok, wishing for) this moment. Matt Alber
the stay of your secure firm dry embrace 0
It was your birthday, we had drunk and dined Half of the night with our old friend Who’d showed us in the end To a bed I reached in one drunk stride. Already I lay snug, And drowsy with the wine dozed on one side. I dozed, I slept. My sleep broke on a hug, [...]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,poem,word
Tagged: poetry, Thom Gunn, vintage, vintage gay photo
if you’re going to say “I lived”. . . 1
Living is no laughing matter: you must live with great seriousness like a squirrel, for example– I mean without looking for something beyond and above living, I mean living must be your whole occupation. Living is no laughing matter: you must take it seriously, so much so and to such a degree that, for example, [...]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,poem,word
Tagged: Nazim Hikmet, Turkish poets, vintage, vintage gay photo
a happy new year 0
A happy New Year! Grant that I May bring no tear to any eye When this New Year in time shall end Let it be said I’ve played the friend, Have lived and loved and labored here, And made of it a happy year. Back from Christmas break, Happy New Year to all from Woolf [...]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,poem
Tagged: 2010, men, New Year, tuxedo, vintage, vintage gay photo
My Five-Year-Old Brother Outed Me to Santa 9
There are few better vehicles for outing yourself as a gay-in-the-making than the Christmas list you write up for Santa. What’s on it says a lot. When I was a kid, I asked for things like watercolor sets, musical instruments and books. Hmmm. Equally revealing is what isn’t on your list. I never asked for [...]
Tagged: brothers, Christmas, coming out, dolls, gay, gender, outing, Santa, sterotypes, toys
ride me like a wave 0
Click to hear song: [Audio clip: view full post to listen] hide me in your hollows taste the salt that clings to me shipwrecked in your shadows scented by the sea hide me in the wisdom of your thighs ride me like a wave chart my secret places navigate my shores map the ocean’s traces [...]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,lesbian,music,photography
Tagged: gay, lesbian, love, sailors, vintage, vintage gay photo
men behind bars: you would have done the same 0
The L.A. Gay Men’s Chorus with an all-male take on the Cell Block Tango from Kander and Ebb’s Chicago.
Tagged: Cell Block Tango, Chicago, gay, Gay Men's Chorus of Los Angeles, GMCLA, Kander and Ebb
for the one I love most lay sleeping by me 0
WHEN I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv’d with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy night for me that follow’d; And else, when I carous’d, or when my plans were accomplish’d, still I was not happy; But the day when I rose at dawn [...]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,poem,word
Tagged: bed, gay, love, vintage, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection, vintage photography, Walt Whitman, WHEN I heard at the close of the day
is it possible to be tattooed by someone’s soul? 0
Is it possible to be tattooed by someone’s soul? Only with eyes closed can I trace outlines, a slight raise on my unmarked skin (even in creases: inner elbows, between fingers and toes). The designs always familiar but too abstract to identify. I mean, can one be widowed by the living? Carting the blank stone [...]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,poem,word
Tagged: Ganymede, Michael Montlack, vintage, vintage gay photo, vintage male, vintage male affection
