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
I never had you, nor will I have you ever, I daresay. A couple of words, a closeness as in the bar two days ago, and nothing else. It is, I don’t deny it, a pity. But we who belong to Art sometimes — with intensity of mind, and of course only for a little [...]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,poem
Tagged: C.P. Cavafy, Daniel Mendelsohn, Half an Hour, vintage photography
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- April 20, 2010 – 10:35 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
And another regrettable thing about death is the ceasing of your own brand of magic, which took a whole life to develop and market– the quips, the witticisms, the slant adjusted to a few, those loved ones nearest the lip of the stage, their soft faces blanched in the footlight glow, their laughter close to [...]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,poem,word
Tagged: Death, Herbert Tobias, John Updike, Le Flore, Paris, vintage gay photo, vintage photography
- Published:
- December 1, 2009 – 6:39 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 [...]
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
Many have loved you with lips and fingers And lain with you till the moon went out; Many have brought you lover’s gifts! And some have left their dreams on your doorstep. But I who am youth among your lovers Come like an acolyte to worship, My thirsting blood restrained by reverence, My heart a [...]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,lesbian,photography,poem,women in love
Tagged: Elsa Gidlow, lesbian poetry, Love's Acolyte, top hat, vintage female affection, vintage photography
- Published:
- October 3, 2009 – 2:54 pm
- Author:
- By Kenneth Hill
