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
Click to hear song: [Audio clip: view full post to listen] The rain may fall, the wind may blow, it may get down to 20 below, But I don’t mind ’cause I’m goin’ to the dance with you. The rent’s unpaid, the cupboard’s bare, I don’t mind, I won’t despair ‘Cause I’m in love and [...]
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Tagged: gay, Roller skating, Shawn Ryan, vintage male affection
I want to liberate beautiful boys from false ideas about sex. Sex is religious mystical healthy and nutritious. It’s like eating a banana. The Big Banana in the sky. I’d like to peel him and eat him, foreskin and all. Fall on my knees and worship god’s rod. If he’s Jewish or Moslem well eat [...]
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Tagged: gay poem, Harold Norse, sailors, The Big Banana, vintage male affection
It’s been hot, Also very sweet. And I’m not usually indiscreet. But when he sparkles, The earth begins to sway. What more can I say? How can I express How confused am I by our happiness? I can’t eat breakfast, I cannot tie my shoe. What more can I do? If I said I love [...]
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Tagged: Falsettoland, gay, vintage male affection, vintage photo, William Finn
I have a love, and it’s all that I have. Right or wrong, what else can I do? I love him; I’m his, And everything he is I am, too. I have a love, and it’s all that I need, Right or wrong, and he needs me, too. I love him, we’re one; There’s nothing [...]
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Tagged: Stephen Sondheim, vintage male affection, vintage photo, West Side Story
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet. But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you [...]
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Tagged: gay, vintage male affection, vintage photo, Yeats
You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving. The great acts of love are done by those who are habitually performing small acts of kindness. We pardon to the extent that we love. Love is knowing that even when you are alone, you will never be lonely again. And great happiness [...]
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Tagged: gay, Les Miserables, Victor Hugo, vintage male affection
Love is enough: though the World be a-waning, And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining, Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discover The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder, Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder, And this day draw a veil [...]
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Tagged: gay, vintage male affection, William Morris
You and I have so much love That it burns like a fire, In which we bake a lump of clay Moulded into a figure of you And a figure of me. Then we take both of them, And break them into pieces, And mix the pieces with water, And mould again a figure of [...]
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Tagged: Kuan Tao-sheng, Married Love, poem, vintage male affection
When he whom I love travels with me, or sits a long while holding me by the hand, When the subtle air, the impalpable, the sense that words and reason hold not, surround us and pervade us, Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom—I am silent—I require nothing further, I cannot answer the [...]
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Tagged: vintage male affection, Walt Whitman
