hey mister wrong, you’re the tingle in my jeans, you’re everything I don’t want but everything I need. I see other guys but their kisses don’t mean nothin’ cause you’re what I have in mind. Text: Bird York & Flannery, Wicked Little High, excerpt Image: Unknown, late 19th century, via Varones/Flickr
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,word
Tagged: Bird York & Flannery, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection, Wicked Little High
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- September 30, 2009 – 12:46 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
Queen’s Quarterly was a New York-based gay magazine that launched in 1969 and ran for about 13 years. Its tag line read “For Gay Guys Who Have No Hangups.” Queen’s Quarterly was out and proud and wanted its readers to be too. The format was an unapologetic mix of gay lifestyles features, travel, fiction and […]
Categories: gay,magazine,photography,word
Tagged: 70s, advice, Jim Stryker, Queen's Quarterly, sex appeal, vintage gay magazine, vintage gay photo
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- September 29, 2009 – 10:55 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
Click to hear song: [Audio clip: view full post to listen] The rain may fall, the wind may blow, it may get down to 20 below, But I don’t mind ’cause I’m goin’ to the dance with you. The rent’s unpaid, the cupboard’s bare, I don’t mind, I won’t despair ‘Cause I’m in love and […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,music,photography,word
Tagged: gay, Roller skating, Shawn Ryan, vintage male affection
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- September 24, 2009 – 10:09 am
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
Susan Boyle’s graceful, prepossessing rendition of the Rolling Stones’ Wild Horses just hit the airwaves. Here, I’ve matched it up with a 1930’s photo of a man who, in my mind, won’t leave his lover, despite everything. Click to listen: [Audio clip: view full post to listen] I watched you suffer a dull aching pain […]
Categories: imagined histories,music,photography,word
Tagged: America's Got Talent, Britain's Got Talent, horseback, Keith Richards, Mick Jagger, Rolling Stones, Susan Boyle, vintage photo, Wild Horses
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- September 14, 2009 – 12:33 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
Sunday, riding the Northern line. The tube is nearly empty. I look over and There he is. His trousers are caked with mud. His face is smudged and beautiful. He hasn’t moved. Is he asleep? Passed out? Can’t stop looking. Have to Move down toward him. His arms have been washed clean. Soft blond fur […]
Categories: Passing Fancies,photography,word
Tagged: London tube, people watching
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- September 10, 2009 – 2:28 am
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
It’s been hot, Also very sweet. And I’m not usually indiscreet. But when he sparkles, The earth begins to sway. What more can I say? How can I express How confused am I by our happiness? I can’t eat breakfast, I cannot tie my shoe. What more can I do? If I said I love […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,Uncategorized,word
Tagged: Falsettoland, gay, vintage male affection, vintage photo, William Finn
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- September 6, 2009 – 11:42 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
I have a love, and it’s all that I have. Right or wrong, what else can I do? I love him; I’m his, And everything he is I am, too. I have a love, and it’s all that I need, Right or wrong, and he needs me, too. I love him, we’re one; There’s nothing […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,word
Tagged: Stephen Sondheim, vintage male affection, vintage photo, West Side Story
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- September 3, 2009 – 11:22 am
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving. The great acts of love are done by those who are habitually performing small acts of kindness. We pardon to the extent that we love. Love is knowing that even when you are alone, you will never be lonely again. And great happiness […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,word
Tagged: gay, Les Miserables, Victor Hugo, vintage male affection
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- August 30, 2009 – 11:12 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
When he whom I love travels with me, or sits a long while holding me by the hand, When the subtle air, the impalpable, the sense that words and reason hold not, surround us and pervade us, Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom—I am silent—I require nothing further, I cannot answer the […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,word
Tagged: vintage male affection, Walt Whitman
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- August 21, 2009 – 9:37 am
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
People around here don’t generally fancy men like me. They have a hard time understanding my attire, and I suppose it’s usual for folks not to know what to make of someone male who prefers a wardrobe normally assigned to the fairer sex. I always saw myself as fairer. I still do. When I was […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,music,photography,word
Tagged: crossdressing, gay, imagined history, vintage male affection, wax cylinder
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- August 18, 2009 – 10:53 am
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill