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
Sweet lad, tender lad, Have no shame, you’re mine for good; We share a sole insurgent fire, We live in boundless brotherhood. I do not fear the gibes of men; One being split in two we dwell, The kernel of a double nut Embedded in a single shell. Text: Imitation of the [...]
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Tagged: Pushkin, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times… In life after life, in age after age, forever. My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms, In life after life, in age after age, [...]
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Tagged: poem, Rabindranath Tagore, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection, vintage photography
You have returned. You have returned, my joy: you have returned as polar morning comes after a whole night winter. Throb the drums, – yes beat my blood to greet my darling boy. My heart with wild delight shall now employ both tongue and pen to reckon up the sums of all my gladness. Pleasure [...]
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Tagged: Carmina Amico, Edward James, male affection, Provincetown, vintage gay photo, vintage photography
i love this boy, not for his beauty only, but just because my life that was so lonely knows in his presence some strange healing power, an unfamiliar peace — as if each hour should pause a little in its swift-winged flight and breathe a benediction. in his bright blue eyes his happy spirit sits [...]
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Tagged: f.s. woodley, gay, male affection, military, soldiers, vintage gay photo, vintage photography
You are a murderer No you are not, but really a wrestler Either way it’s just the same For from the ring of your entangled body Clean as leather, lustful as a lily Will nail me down On your stout neck like a column, like a pillar of tendons The thoughtful forehead (In fact, it’s [...]
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Tagged: gay, male affection, Mutsuo Takahashi, vintage gay photo, wrestlers, wrestling
Come live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, hills and fields, Woods, or steepy mountains yields. And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds [...]
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Tagged: 70s, affectionate, Christopher Marlowe, men, mustache, vintage gay photo, woods
on this day when there’s no holiness in all this madness of tests where the heart is with the sharpest brass knife let us carve a tiny star on each other’s chest watch them light up bright red we will bless them with our lips drink life neither a seven-year itch nor death can split [...]
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Tagged: assotto saint, valentine, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection
