… Little by little the largeness of what has happened sweeps over me. I thought I realized it all that last night together; but first the intellect sees, and then when it has created its imaginative symbolism it gives the whole man something to live by. I saw very clearly that night and called it […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,word
Tagged: F.O. Matthiessen, gay marriage, Russell Cheney, vintage gay photo
Now when I am near to you, dear friend, Passing out of myself, being delivered — Through those eyes and lips and hands, so loved, so ardently loved, I am become free; In the sound of your voice I dwell As in a world defended from evil. When I am accounted by the world to […]
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Tagged: boxers, Edward Carpenter, gay poetry, vintage gay photo
I want to be the door in your jam– always close to your strong members. I want to swell with our humid love so we will be stuck together. Love-locked, your frame around my solid core, we’d never be jimmied apart. I want to be your vanity drawer, to hide my treasures in you. I […]
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Tagged: Craig A. Reynolds, gay, sailors, vintage gay photo
Because he had a sparse moustache growing across his upper lip, a thin precursor to manhood, an almost man— because he smelled like cigarettes, I loved Chris Muller that year. I loved Chris Muller the day he asked me into the locker room, beyond the urinals and benches, through the narrow hallway of sweat and […]
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Tagged: Angelo Nikolopoulos, Ganymede, poem, The Fifth Grade, vintage bicycle, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection, vintage photography
Click to hear song: [Audio clip: view full post to listen] I fell in love with your sound Oh I love to sing along with you… Babe we both had dry spells Hard times in bad lands I’m a good man – for ya I’m a good man… Last night there was a horse in […]
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Tagged: cowboy, Good Man, Josh Ritter, lyrics, music, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection
there are so many tictoc clocks everywhere telling people what toctic time it is for tictic instance five toc minutes toc past six tic Spring is not regulated and does not get out of order nor do its hands a little jerking move over numbers slowly we do not wind it up it has no […]
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Tagged: beach, e.e. cummings, gay kiss, kiss, vintage gay photo
I never had you, nor will I have you ever, I daresay. A couple of words, a closeness as in the bar two days ago, and nothing else. It is, I don’t deny it, a pity. But we who belong to Art sometimes — with intensity of mind, and of course only for a little […]
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Tagged: C.P. Cavafy, Daniel Mendelsohn, Half an Hour, vintage photography
In my Easter bonnet with all the frills upon it, I’ll be the grandest lady fellow in the Easter Parade. You’ll be all in clover, and when they look me over You’ll be the proudest fellow in the Easter Parade. On the Avenue, Fifth Avenue, The photographers will snap us And you’ll find that you’re […]
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Tagged: Easter bonnet, Easter Parade, Irving Berlin, vintage male affection
Click for musical accompaniment: [Audio clip: view full post to listen] …I was stationed at Tinker Field in Oklahoma, and assigned a job in the command headquarters on the airbase. Evenings and weekends, I was now free to go into Oklahoma City, and when I was checking out the men’s room of one of the […]
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Tagged: air force, army, Doris Day, Edward Field, gays in the military, Les Brown Orchestra, My Dreams Are Getting Better All the Time, vintage male affection, WWII
But just possibly with you on a high hill, first watching lest any person for miles around approach unawares, Or possibly with you sailing at sea, or on the beach of the sea or some quiet island, Here to put your lips upon mine I permit you, With the comrade’s long-dwelling kiss or the […]
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Tagged: kiss, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection, Walt Whitman, Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand
