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 new husband’s kiss,
For I am [...]
Categories: gay, imagined histories, photography, poem
Tagged: kiss, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection, Walt Whitman, Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand
- Published:
- February 16, 2010 – 12:26 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will [...]
Categories: gay, imagined histories, photography, poem, word
Tagged: ee cummings, i carry your heart with me, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection
- Published:
- February 6, 2010 – 10:10 am
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
WHEN I heard at the close of the day how my name had been receiv’d with plaudits in the capitol, still it was not a happy night for me that follow’d;
And else, when I carous’d, or when my plans were accomplish’d, still I was not happy;
But the day when I rose at dawn from the [...]
Categories: gay, imagined histories, photography, poem, word
Tagged: bed, gay, love, vintage, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection, vintage photography, Walt Whitman, WHEN I heard at the close of the day
- Published:
- December 14, 2009 – 10:21 am
- 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
from days into dreams
toward an open grave
in my front and back yards,
basement, bathtub.
Ever [...]
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
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i [...]
Categories: Uncategorized, gay, imagined histories, photography, poem, word
Tagged: e.e. cummings, i like my body when it is with your, poem, Threshold, vintage, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection
- Published:
- December 6, 2009 – 10:34 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
I invited him to choose between women and me. I thought he was going to choose me and that he’d strive to renounce them. I was in error. “I risk making a promise,” he replied, “and not keeping it. That would pain you. I don’t want you to be in pain. Breaking off would hurt [...]
Categories: gay, imagined histories, photography, word
Tagged: Jean Cocteau, Le Livre Blanc, The White Paper, vintage, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection
- Published:
- November 22, 2009 – 1:13 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
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 [...]
Categories: gay, imagined histories, photography, word
Tagged: Johnny Mercer, vintage male affection, vintage photography
- Published:
- November 13, 2009 – 1:44 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
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 [...]
Categories: Uncategorized, gay, imagined histories, photography, word
Tagged: Frederico Garcia Lorca, poem, sailors, The Poet Speaks the Truth, vintage, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection
- Published:
- November 6, 2009 – 9:37 am
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
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 [...]
Categories: book, gay, imagined histories, photography, word
Tagged: Alan Hollinghurst, New York, The Line of Beauty, vintag, vintage gay photo, vintage male, vintage male affection
- Published:
- October 17, 2009 – 9:44 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
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
- Published:
- September 30, 2009 – 12:46 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
