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
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
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
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon [...]
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Tagged: ee cummings, i carry your heart with me, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection
It was your birthday, we had drunk and dined Half of the night with our old friend Who’d showed us in the end To a bed I reached in one drunk stride. Already I lay snug, And drowsy with the wine dozed on one side. I dozed, I slept. My sleep broke on a hug, [...]
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Tagged: poetry, Thom Gunn, vintage, vintage gay photo
Living is no laughing matter: you must live with great seriousness like a squirrel, for example– I mean without looking for something beyond and above living, I mean living must be your whole occupation. Living is no laughing matter: you must take it seriously, so much so and to such a degree that, for example, [...]
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Tagged: Nazim Hikmet, Turkish poets, vintage, vintage gay photo
A happy New Year! Grant that I May bring no tear to any eye When this New Year in time shall end Let it be said I’ve played the friend, Have lived and loved and labored here, And made of it a happy year. Back from Christmas break, Happy New Year to all from Woolf [...]
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Tagged: 2010, men, New Year, tuxedo, vintage, vintage gay photo
WHEN I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv’d with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy night for me that follow’d; And else, when I carous’d, or when my plans were accomplish’d, still I was not happy; But the day when I rose at dawn [...]
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Tagged: bed, gay, love, vintage, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection, vintage photography, Walt Whitman, WHEN I heard at the close of the day
Is it possible to be tattooed by someone’s soul? Only with eyes closed can I trace outlines, a slight raise on my unmarked skin (even in creases: inner elbows, between fingers and toes). The designs always familiar but too abstract to identify. I mean, can one be widowed by the living? Carting the blank stone [...]
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Tagged: Ganymede, Michael Montlack, vintage, vintage gay photo, vintage male, vintage male affection
