Their eyes met with a singular directness of gaze. Between them a spark passed which was not afterwards to be distinguished, though neither of them knew the moment of its kindling… Text: excerpt from ‘The Shuttle,’ 1907, Frances Hodgson Burnett Image: photographer, subjects, unknown
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Tagged: sailors, vintage gay photo
Hand in glove, we can go wherever we please And everything depends upon how near you stand to me And if the people stare, then the people stare Oh, I really don’t know and I really don’t care Image: photographer, subjects, unknown Text: excerpt, ‘Hand in Glove,’ the Smiths
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Tagged: lyrics, military, vintage gay photo
What if we got outside ourselves and there really was an outside out there, not just our insides turned inside out? , not just the waves off my own fire, like those waves off the backyard grill you can see the next yard through, though not well — just enough to know that off […]
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Tagged: Molly Peacock, vintage
What was it like to love him? Asked Gratitude. It was like being exhumed, I answered. And brought to life in a flash of brilliance. What was it like to be loved in return? Asked Joy. It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence. […]
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Tagged: vintage gay photo, vintage male affection
I want you to know that it is not always easy to love me. That sometimes my chest is a field full of land mines, and where you went last night, you can’t go tomorrow. There is no manual, there is no road map, no help line you can call; my body does not come […]
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Tagged: Ivan E. Coyote, vintage lesbian photo
Shine! shine! shine! Pour down your warmth, great sun! While we bask, we two together. Two together! Winds blow south, or winds blow north, Day come white, or night come black, Home, or rivers and mountains from home, Singing all time, minding no time, While we two keep together. Text: Walt Whitman, 1859 excerpt from […]
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Tagged: vintage gay photo, Walt Whitman
You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your […]
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Tagged: car, vintage gay photo
After we retired and I was convinced by his poor attempt at snoring that he was not asleep, I gently placed by arm around his great manly form. This was enough. He turned toward me, placed his arms around my neck, pressed his lips against my own and — forgot to snore. For once […]
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Tagged: bed, Claude Hartland
[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 […]
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Tagged: Osvaldo, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection
When the train comes, you’ll see the light. I’m not coming with you but I’ll hold you tight. Text: Excerpt, ‘Story,’ a poem by Honor Moore Image: Photographer, sitters, unknown. via Sissydude/Tumblr
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