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
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
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
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
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
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
Click to Play: [Audio clip: view full post to listen] There was only ever one reason I agreed to go out with Lillian, which was so that I could go out with Christopher. On double dates, you see. A cruel thing to do to her, yes, but Chris stopped “us”– him and I being together, [...]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,music,photography,word
Tagged: gay, vintage male affection
Come sit beside me by this mountain stream, Take off your clothes, we swim here when we wish As nature we can love each other dream And dream into our spirits as our kiss Of mind and soul of Spirit on our eyes Can realize. Merged karma of our grin By our merged bodies loving [...]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,word
Tagged: gay poem, Hunce Voelcker, skinny dip, vintage male affection
“You’re beautiful,” I said. “I love you.” I met him half an hour ago but he was and I did– there were above a hundred thousand people at the party and he was a bar-tender. “Am I?” he said, “I don’t know what to say–” Since he didn’t know me at all he could hardly [...]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,word
Tagged: gay poetry, Paul Goodman, poem, vintage male affection
I only met one other homosexual in the army. That was in Le Havre in 1917. We was on the boat coming home. I don’t know how these things work, whether it’s through conversation, or whether it’s the attitude of the individual concerned, but we seemed to come together, see. All of a sudden his [...]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,word
Tagged: gay history, male affection, vintage photo
