It is true that I have my young king who genuinely adores me. You cannot form an idea of our relations…. He says he can hardly believe that he really possesses me. None can read without astonishment, without enchantment, the letters he writes me. Text: The composer Richard Wagner writing to Mme. Eliza Wille about […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,word
Tagged: King Ludwig II, Richard Wagner, vintage male affection
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- July 26, 2009 – 7:29 am
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
He said: If I could trace the lines that ran Between your smile and your sleight of hand, I would guess that you put something up my sleeve. Now every time I see your face, the bells ring in a far-off place, We can find each other this way I believe. He said: As my […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,word
Tagged: gay, Josh Ritter, Judy Collins, vintage male affection
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- July 22, 2009 – 6:36 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
Flowers on the hillside, bloomin’ crazy, Crickets talkin’ back and forth in rhyme, Blue river runnin’ slow and lazy, I could stay with you forever And never realize the time. Situations have ended sad, Relationships have all been bad. Mine’ve been like Verlaine’s and Rimbaud. But there’s no way I can compare All those scenes […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,word
Tagged: Bob Dylan, vintage gay photo, You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go
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- July 17, 2009 – 6:28 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,poem
Tagged: gay marriage, maya angelou, paper moon, vintage photo
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- July 15, 2009 – 2:31 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
We don’t cry — Tim and I, We are far too grand — But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend — Then we hide our brave face Deep in our hand — Not to cry — Tim and I — We are far too grand — Nor to dream — he and […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,poem
Tagged: Emily Dickinson, male affection, vintage photo
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- July 12, 2009 – 2:06 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
His voice first attracted my attention, his countenance fixed it, and his manners attached me to him for ever…I certainly love him more than any human being… Text: Lord Byron writing to Elizabeth Bridget Pigot about his boyfriend, John Eddleston, 5th July 1807 Image: Unknown
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography
Tagged: gay, John Eddleston, letters, Lord Byron
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- July 7, 2009 – 3:00 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
It was my turn to decide, I knew this was our time. No one else will have me like you do, No one else will have me, only you. You’ll sit alone forever if you wait for the right time, What are you hoping for? I’m here and now I’m ready, Holding on tight. Text: […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,word
Tagged: Jimmy Eat World, men dancing, sailors
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- July 6, 2009 – 9:25 am
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
If you do not want to write, at least spit on a piece of paper, put it in an envelope, and send it to me. You are not taking any notice of me at all. God forgive you — all I wanted was a few words from you. Text: Piotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky to his young […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,word
Tagged: Tchaikovsky, vintage gay photo
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- July 3, 2009 – 4:17 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
A light-bulb memory of a moment which revealed the real me to others — and to myself. Rummaging through a box of books in the garage one day when I was 12 years old, I stumbled across a copy of the paperback edition of ‘Weep No More, My Lady,’* a biography of Judy Garland. Several […]
Categories: for the life of me,gay,memoirs
Tagged: coming out, gay, Judy Garland, Kenneth Hill, memoir, Weep No More My Lady
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- July 1, 2009 – 11:03 am
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill