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
i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i [...]
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Tagged: e.e. cummings, i like my body when it is with your, poem, Threshold, vintage, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection
And another regrettable thing about death is the ceasing of your own brand of magic, which took a whole life to develop and market– the quips, the witticisms, the slant adjusted to a few, those loved ones nearest the lip of the stage, their soft faces blanched in the footlight glow, their laughter close to [...]
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Tagged: Death, Herbert Tobias, John Updike, Le Flore, Paris, vintage gay photo, vintage photography
All houses wherein men have lived and died Are haunted houses. Through the open doors The harmless phantoms on their errands glide, With feet that make no sound upon the floors. We meet them at the door-way, on the stair, Along the passages they come and go, Impalpable impressions on the air, A sense of [...]
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Tagged: gay halloween, ghosts, Halloween, spirits, vintage, vintage gay photo
If he asks about me, trace on the ground a cross of silence and ashes over the impure name that afflicts me. If he asks about me, say that I have died and that I am decaying beneath the ants. Tell him that I am a branch of an orange tree, the simple weather vane [...]
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Tagged: bathtub, Emilio Ballagas, gay, man, vintage photo
Many have loved you with lips and fingers And lain with you till the moon went out; Many have brought you lover’s gifts! And some have left their dreams on your doorstep. But I who am youth among your lovers Come like an acolyte to worship, My thirsting blood restrained by reverence, My heart a [...]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,lesbian,photography,poem,women in love
Tagged: Elsa Gidlow, lesbian poetry, Love's Acolyte, top hat, vintage female affection, vintage photography
What I had wanted was to be chaste, sober and uncomfortable for a sprawling episode on a beach somewhere dirty, perennially out of fashion; let the smell of cocoa butter drive deep memory wild as the sun goes down through a bottle of pop some kid half-left to turn warm in the sand. The train [...]
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Tagged: August Kleinzahler, vintage photo
I want to liberate beautiful boys from false ideas about sex. Sex is religious mystical healthy and nutritious. It’s like eating a banana. The Big Banana in the sky. I’d like to peel him and eat him, foreskin and all. Fall on my knees and worship god’s rod. If he’s Jewish or Moslem well eat [...]
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Tagged: gay poem, Harold Norse, sailors, The Big Banana, vintage male affection
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet. But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you [...]
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Tagged: gay, vintage male affection, vintage photo, Yeats
