i’d know you anywhere from my dreams

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I’d know you anywhere, I’d know that grin,
I’d know you anywhere when you walked in,
I would tingle with a single glance in your eye,
Watching the starlight dance in your eye.
You saw my vacant stare, you understood,
I’d love you anywhere, honest I would,
I was certain this would happen, strange as it seems,
I’d know you anywhere from my dreams.


Text: Song lyrics by Johnny Mercer
from the 1940 film ‘You’ll Find Out’
Image: Unknown photographer/subjects, via SeattleTim/flickr

may you give it to me and I not beg it from you

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I want to cry my pain and I am telling you so you will love me and cry for me in a nightfall of nightingales with a dagger, with kisses and with you.

I want to kill the only witness to the assassination of my flowers and change my weeping and my sweating into an eternal mound of hard wheat.

May there never be an end to the the skein of I love you you love me always burning with day, scream, salt and old moon, may you give it to me and I not beg it from you it will remain for the death that casts not even a shadow for the shivering flesh.




Text: Frederico Garcia Lorca, The Poet Speaks the Truth,
an excerpt from Sonetos Del Amor Obscuro (1935-36).
Translated by David William Foster
Image: circa 1930s, Pacific Navy Mariners via Muscl_mc/Flickr

all houses wherein men have lived and died are haunted

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.

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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 something moving to and fro.

There are more guests at table than the hosts
Invited; the illuminated hall
Is thronged with quiet, inoffensive ghosts,
As silent as the pictures on the wall.

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The stranger at my fireside cannot see
The forms I see, nor hear the sounds I hear;
He but perceives what is; while unto me
All that has been is visible and clear.

We have no title-deeds to house or lands;
Owners and occupants of earlier dates
From graves forgotten stretch their dusty hands,
And hold in mortmain still their old estates.

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The spirit-world around this world of sense
Floats like an atmosphere, and everywhere
Wafts through these earthly mists and vapours dense
A vital breath of more ethereal air.

Our little lives are kept in equipoise
By opposite attractions and desires;
The struggle of the instinct that enjoys,
And the more noble instinct that aspires.

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These perturbations, this perpetual jar
Of earthly wants and aspirations high,
Come from the influence of an unseen star
An undiscovered planet in our sky.

And as the moon from some dark gate of cloud
Throws o’er the sea a floating bridge of light,
Across whose trembling planks our fancies crowd
Into the realm of mystery and night,—

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So from the world of spirits there descends
A bridge of light, connecting it with this,
O’er whose unsteady floor, that sways and bends,
Wander our thoughts above the dark abyss.

Text: Haunted Houses, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 1807-1882
Images:
Ghost Visit: Henri Robin & A. Specter, 1863, via hastingsgraham/Flickr
Gay Halloween Party, subjects unknown, via SeattleTim/Flickr
Spirit Hand Job, subjects unknown, Solitaire Miles/Flickr
Gay Men in Costume, subjects unknown, via SeattleTim/Flickr
Spiritual Vision, 1920s, subject unknown, National Media Museum

If he asks about me, say that I have died

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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 of a tower.

Do not tell him that I still cry
embracing the hollow of his absence
where his blind statue stood imprinted,
always waiting for the body to return.
The flesh is a laurel that sings and suffers
and I waited in vain beneath his shadow.
It is already late. I am a deaf minnow.

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If he asks about me, give him these eyes,
these grey words, these fingers:
and the drop of blood in the handkerchief.
Tell him that I have lost myself, that I have become
a dark partridge, a false ring
or a bank of forgotten camel grass;
tell him that I fade from saffron to iris.

Tell him that I wanted to prolong his lips,
live within the palace of his forehead.
Navigate one night in his hair.
Learn the color of his pupils
and smother myself slowly in his chest,
submerged nightly, listless
in the murmur of veins and mute.

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Now I cannot even see although I implore
the body that I dressed with love,
I remain steadfast, broken, detached.
And if you all doubt me, believe the wind,
look north, ask the sky.
And they will tell you if I still wait or if I am becoming night.



Image: Subject unknown, Europe, 1910s, via dcwooten/flickr
Text: Emilio Ballagas (1908-1954), Nocturne and Elegy, excerpt
Translated by Arango-Ramos and William Keeth

love on the edge of the 23rd floor

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His face slipped sideways across Nick’s as he breathed the word, the unguessed softness of his lips touched his cheeks and neck, while Nick sighed violently and ran his hand up and down on Leo’s back. He pushed his mouth towards Leo’s, and they met, and hurried into a kiss. To Nick it felt  simply like a helpless admission of need, and the shocking thing was the proof of Leo’s need, in the force and thoroughness with which he worked on him. They pushed apart, Leo faintly smiling, Nick gasping and tormented just by the hope they would do it again.

… There was something hilarious in the shivers of pleasure that ran up his back and squeezed his neck, and ran down his arms to his fingers — he felt he’d been switched on for the first time, gently gripping Leo’s hips, and then reaching around to help unbutton his shirt and get it off and hold his naked body against him. It was all so easy.


Text: Alan Hollinghurst, The Line of Beauty, excerpt
Image: Unknown, New York circa 1940s, via Varones/Flickr

Straight Guys Tell: “You have to be a little bit gay to be in the infantry”

“How does a straight soldier cope with knowing there’s a gay person in his unit? That’s what I’ve come to Fort Lewis to find out.”

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Michael Joseph Gross offers up some interesting gay espionage in ‘Straight Guys Tell,’ a first-hand account of his visit to an army base where he talks to soldiers about what they really think of gays in the military. Gross encounters a range of men, most of whom seem not to care, including this one:

“Homosexual conduct happens in the military every day. Everywhere.”

There is a long pause, during which I detect no trace of a smirk on his face, and his words hang in the air while I take them in. His tone is dead serious. “What does that mean?” I ask.

“Homosexual conduct happens every single day, all over the place, in every military installation in the world. For sure, in the infantry.”

“I’m not following.”

“Grabbing ass,” he says, like he’s talking to someone who speaks English as a second language. “Somebody grabs my ass every day. That’s homosexual conduct.”

I don’t know what to say. So I ask, “What are you telling me?”

“You have to be a little bit gay to be in the infantry.”

“What?”

He spells it out, talks to me like I’m an idiot, punching his words like a boxer hits a speed bag. This is the only moment on base when anyone speaks to me with what sounds like contempt — and not for the topic I’ve introduced, but for my intelligence. “You have to be a little bit gay. Gay, as in, you have to like being around guys, touching guys, being touched by guys, being pretty much only with guys. Not sucking-cock gay. Anybody tries to cross that line with me, he gets slapped. But if that’s what you want to do on your own time, in your own life, and you can shoot as good as I can, I. Do. Not. Give. A. Shit.”



Read all of Straight Guys Tell, the cover story of the November issue of The Advocate.

vintage secrets: the sexual power of understatement

I recently posted an excerpt of the “subtle secrets of sex appeal” from Queen’s Quarterly Magazine published in December 1971. You learned all about the corpus delicious. May I assume your weight stayed “5 pounds under life insurance standards”? Just asking.

Today we’re learning about the “sexual power of understatement.” Writer Walter Norris is inspired by the decorating devise of trompe l’oeil which he says is a “fool of the eye… a tease because whatever the eye is directed to beyond it, or is diverted from by indirection, becomes all the more interesting simply because it is showcased.”

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I’ve searched high and low for vintage photographs from the 70s to illustrate his observations. I can’t show the entire original photo illustration from the article because, well, it’s of four hot cowboys circa 1971 courtesy of Colt Studios who are wearing chaps with no jeans so that God’s gifts are on display for all to see. What, pray tell, is subtle about that, Mr. Norris? I ask you.

The Sexual Power of Understatement:

“A bit of a shock in dress — even a touch of the outrageous — is a valid and most interesting way of increasing sex appeal. This can be anything from really wild sunglasses or an ear adornment or a necklace of very bold and masculine design (preferably worn with an open shirt, and long enough so that the base of the necklace falls tantalizingly in the cleavage between your presumably sexily-outlined pectorals and bounces sensually from one to the other as you move)

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or a leather vest worn without a shirt to reveal the full length of your muscular arms and your torso from nipple to navel

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or a wide belt of strong and unique design that calls breathtaking attention to your sexy waistline… to iridescent buttons on the fly which blush from pussy pink to passion red as the eye is trapped like a bird –with unreleasable magnetism!

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One or two of these build up a turbulence of sex appeal, but if carried too far, and if too many things are going on at the same time, the surprise/shock value quickly wears off and the entire scene becomes a camp.

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Fool the eye … keep ’em guessing. As they ponder the “why” and “where” and “how” they will be irresistibly moved by the power of understatement which is tremendous.”



Text: Walter Norris, Queen’s Quarterly,
Volume 3, Number 6, December 1971
Images:
Cowboy: Queen’s Quarterly, 1971
Necklace Lad: Ciao Magazine, June 1975
Vest Guy: Ty Arthur, photographer unknown
Belt Bloke: via eliz.avery/Flickr
Mittens and Boots Fella: 1976, via glen.h/Flickr

women in love: a mendicant who craves your bounty

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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 wordless prayer.

The candles of desire are lighted,
I bow my head, afraid before you,
A mendicant who craves your bounty
Ashamed of what small gifts she brings.


Text: Love’s Acolyte, Elsa Gidlow (1898-1986)
Image: Subjects unknown, courtesy of John Van Noate

hey mister wrong

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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

vintage secrets of sex appeal: the corpus delicious

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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 plenty of sex-related articles.  Well actually, sex featured fairly heavily in the gay lifestyles features, travel and fiction articles, too.

There’s something profound in reading the pages of a 70s gay magazine today. These guys were writing to give voice to their lives and have them reflected in a consumer publication for the gay masses. It took guts for people to buy this thing. The magazine was also forging a future for their cultural offspring — us — to be able to live life more truthfully. That we can read about what these men were thinking, feeling and doing, in a lifestyles magazine format, as modern gay liberation was just taking off is a lesson in our own history.

That said, it’s hard not to chuckle at some of what one finds in the vintage pages. To today’s ears, some of the topics, the advice, the oh-so-gay turn of a phrase can come off as charmingly dated, naive or superficial. (Whoa, that sounds a lot like most of today’s gay magazines.)

This stuff is gay gold and must be shared, so look to Woolf and Wilde for a regular series that will bring out excerpts from Queen’s Quarterly and other vintage periodicals.

In this inaugural post on the subject, we find writer Walter Norris offering his tips on sex appeal. Mr. Norris says that sex appeal can be “heightened considerably by a touch of showcasing, which makes it so much more exciting, it can often turn the most negative cruise into a positive tour-a-lure.”  His article covers fashion, hair, fitness, tanning, and staying young — and we’ll bring them all to you. In the first installment below, he specifically addresses the body beautiful:

Some Subtle Secrets of Sex Appeal
Tricky Teasers for Teasy Tricks

The Corpus Delicious

The basis of all sex appeal is good health and a pleasing body. Now this doesn’t mean that you should begin tossing around heavy barbells, or go in for super-boy muscles, or live solely on macrobiotic foods. But it should suggest that your health be so manifestly exuberant that even the sex sparks which fly from you are packed with vitamins! It also means that you should keep your body slender (a trick: always stay 5 pounds under life insurance standards unless your physician rules otherwise), and symmetrical (with special regard for the form, line and bouncy firmness of the buttocks) through a daily program of moderate exercise you can look forward to and enjoy for your own sake.

Sex appeal is such a total thing…the sum of all its parts, especially good health and good appearance. One does not acquire it by superimposing a variety of ornaments on an indifferent physique, as ormulu applied to a rude kitchen table. It is so important to remember that many gay guys associate the fact of looking healthy with looking sexy…and being healthy with being sexy. Thus the prospect alone of bedding such a paragon of health and fitness can be so overpoweringly exciting one can easily blast off into orgiastic orbit even before getting him home!





Image: Jim Stryker. Photographer unknown, likely attributed to Walter James Kundzicz

Text: Walter Norris, Queen’s Quarterly, Volume 3, Number 6, December 1971
Note: Queens Quarterly claimed to be the number one gay magazine of its day, “selling more than all other gay publications in the world combined.” The publisher’s decision to run full-frontal nudes in the early 70s caused what few retailers they had to pull the magazine from the shelves, but their strong subscription base ensured its steady publication.

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