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
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
[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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I woke beneath a clear blue sky — the sun a shout, the breeze a sigh. The old hometown, and the streets I knew, wrapped up in a royal blue. I heard my friends laughing out across the fields — The girls in the gloaming and the birds on the wheel. The raw smell of […]
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Tagged: double exposure, Josh Ritter, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection
He was far too tasteful and far too clever, a young man of very good society, too, to make a fool of himself by acting as if he thought that his abandonment was some great tragedy. After all when his friend had said to him, “We two will have love forever”– both the one who […]
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Tagged: Abandonment, Cavafy, gay, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection, vintage photography
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his, By just exchange one for the other given. I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss: There never was a better bargain driven. His heart in me keeps me and him in one; My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides; He loved my […]
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Tagged: gay, Sir Philip Sydney, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection, vintage photo, vintage photography
Thy voice, as tender as the light That shivers low at eve – Thy hair, where myriad flashes bright Do in and outward weave – Thy charms in their diversity Half frighten and astonish me. Thine eyes, that hold a mirth subdued Like deep pools scattering fire – Mine dare not meet them in their […]
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Tagged: Daguerreotype, James Fenimore Cooper, To A Friend, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection
