I felt a melting in me. No more my splintered heart and maddened hand were turned against the wolfish world. This soothing savage had redeemed it. There he sat, his very indifference speaking in a nature in which there lurked no civilized hypocrisies and bland deceits. Wild he was; a very sight of sights to […]
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Tagged: Herman Melville, Moby Dick, vintage male affection
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 […]
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Tagged: King Ludwig II, Richard Wagner, vintage male affection
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 […]
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Tagged: gay, Josh Ritter, Judy Collins, vintage male affection
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 […]
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Tagged: Bob Dylan, vintage gay photo, You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go
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 […]
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Tagged: gay marriage, maya angelou, paper moon, vintage photo
Nostalgia is a curious, dark beast. It imbues virtually everything we taste, hear, see, discuss, recall, cherish and too often despise also. Even the stoniest of hearts must endeavour hard to deny it’s foundation in our collective psyches. One of many reasons that makes Richard Avedon’s brutal, solemn In The American West such a bold, […]
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Tagged: Amon Archives, Amon Carter Museum - Fort Worth - Texas, Dom Agius, In The American West, Mitchell. A. Wilder, Richard Avedon
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 […]
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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
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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: […]
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Tagged: Jimmy Eat World, men dancing, sailors
