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
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
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
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 […]
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Tagged: Tchaikovsky, vintage gay photo
Song X O the valley in the summer where I and my John Beside the deep river would walk on and on While the flowers at our feet and the birds up above Argued so sweetly on reciprocal love, And I leaned on his shoulder; “O Johnny, let’s play”: But he frowned like thunder and […]
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Tagged: W.H. Auden
That Shadow My Likeness That shadow my likeness that goes to and fro seeking a livelihood, chattering, chaffering, How often I find myself standing and looking at it where it flits, How often I question and doubt whether that is really me; But among my lovers and caroling these songs, O I never doubt whether […]
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Tagged: George Platte Lynes, Walt Whitman
CHOICE soul, in whom, as in a glass, we see, Mirrored in thy pure form and delicate, What beauties heaven and nature can create, The paragon of all their works to be! Fair soul, in whom love, pity, piety, Have found a home, as from thy outward state We clearly read, and are so rare […]
Categories: artist,imagined histories,photography,vintage,word
We two boys together clinging, One the other never leaving, Up and down the roads going — North and South excursions making, Power enjoying — elbows stretching — fingers clutching, Arm’d and fearless — eating, drinking, sleeping, loving, No law less than ourselves owning—sailing, soldiering, thieving, threatening, Misers, menials, priests alarming — air breathing, water […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,word
Tagged: men, poetry, vintage, Walt Whitman
