Never thought this was possible, this tug-tug-tugging of the heart. A face I didn’t want to take my eyes from. That face can never, will never leave me. A face to light up my own. My piece of treasure. A nail to pierce the hands and feet. Always be with me, I thought to myself. […]
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Tagged: gay, gays in the military, Jonathan Kemp, vintag, vintage gay photo
… Little by little the largeness of what has happened sweeps over me. I thought I realized it all that last night together; but first the intellect sees, and then when it has created its imaginative symbolism it gives the whole man something to live by. I saw very clearly that night and called it […]
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Tagged: F.O. Matthiessen, gay marriage, Russell Cheney, vintage gay photo
there are so many tictoc clocks everywhere telling people what toctic time it is for tictic instance five toc minutes toc past six tic Spring is not regulated and does not get out of order nor do its hands a little jerking move over numbers slowly we do not wind it up it has no […]
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Tagged: beach, e.e. cummings, gay kiss, kiss, vintage gay photo
In my Easter bonnet with all the frills upon it, I’ll be the grandest lady fellow in the Easter Parade. You’ll be all in clover, and when they look me over You’ll be the proudest fellow in the Easter Parade. On the Avenue, Fifth Avenue, The photographers will snap us And you’ll find that you’re […]
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Tagged: Easter bonnet, Easter Parade, Irving Berlin, vintage male affection
Click for musical accompaniment: [Audio clip: view full post to listen] …I was stationed at Tinker Field in Oklahoma, and assigned a job in the command headquarters on the airbase. Evenings and weekends, I was now free to go into Oklahoma City, and when I was checking out the men’s room of one of the […]
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Tagged: air force, army, Doris Day, Edward Field, gays in the military, Les Brown Orchestra, My Dreams Are Getting Better All the Time, vintage male affection, WWII
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
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
