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
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 […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,music,photography
Tagged: cowboy, Good Man, Josh Ritter, lyrics, music, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection
- Published:
- June 16, 2010 – 5:50 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
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 […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,word
Tagged: Easter bonnet, Easter Parade, Irving Berlin, vintage male affection
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- April 5, 2010 – 12:08 am
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
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 […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,music,photography,word
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
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- March 21, 2010 – 2:10 am
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
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 […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,poem
Tagged: kiss, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection, Walt Whitman, Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand
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- 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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,poem,Uncategorized,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
