Because he had a sparse moustache growing across his upper lip, a thin precursor to manhood, an almost man— because he smelled like cigarettes, I loved Chris Muller that year. I loved Chris Muller the day he asked me into the locker room, beyond the urinals and benches, through the narrow hallway of sweat and [...]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,poem
Tagged: Angelo Nikolopoulos, Ganymede, poem, The Fifth Grade, vintage bicycle, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection, vintage photography
- Published:
- June 27, 2010 – 2:05 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
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 [...]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,poem,word
Tagged: Ganymede, Michael Montlack, vintage, vintage gay photo, vintage male, vintage male affection
- Published:
- December 12, 2009 – 1:55 am
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
