That was a memorable day to me, for it made great changes in me. But, it is the same with any life. Imagine one selected day struck out of it, and think how different its course would have been. Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron [...]
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Tagged: Charles Dickens, Great Expectations, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection, vintage photography
Thy voice, as tender as the light That shivers low at eve – Thy hair, where myriad flashes bright Do in and outward weave – Thy charms in their diversity Half frighten and astonish me. Thine eyes, that hold a mirth subdued Like deep pools scattering fire – Mine dare not meet them in their [...]
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Tagged: Daguerreotype, James Fenimore Cooper, To A Friend, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection
Sweet lad, tender lad, Have no shame, you’re mine for good; We share a sole insurgent fire, We live in boundless brotherhood. I do not fear the gibes of men; One being split in two we dwell, The kernel of a double nut Embedded in a single shell. Text: Imitation of the [...]
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Tagged: Pushkin, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times… In life after life, in age after age, forever. My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs, That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms, In life after life, in age after age, [...]
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Tagged: poem, Rabindranath Tagore, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection, vintage photography
on this day when there’s no holiness in all this madness of tests where the heart is with the sharpest brass knife let us carve a tiny star on each other’s chest watch them light up bright red we will bless them with our lips drink life neither a seven-year itch nor death can split [...]
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Tagged: assotto saint, valentine, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection
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 [...]
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Tagged: Angelo Nikolopoulos, Ganymede, poem, The Fifth Grade, vintage bicycle, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection, vintage photography
Click to hear song: [Audio clip: view full post to listen] I fell in love with your sound Oh I love to sing along with you… Babe we both had dry spells Hard times in bad lands I’m a good man – for ya I’m a good man… Last night there was a horse in [...]
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Tagged: cowboy, Good Man, Josh Ritter, lyrics, music, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection
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
But just possibly with you on a high hill, first watching lest any person for miles around approach unawares, Or possibly with you sailing at sea, or on the beach of the sea or some quiet island, Here to put your lips upon mine I permit you, With the comrade’s long-dwelling kiss or the [...]
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Tagged: kiss, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection, Walt Whitman, Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand
