He was far too tasteful and far too clever, a young man of very good society, too, to make a fool of himself by acting as if he thought that his abandonment was some great tragedy. After all when his friend had said to him, “We two will have love forever”– both the one who […]
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Tagged: Abandonment, Cavafy, gay, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection, vintage photography
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his, By just exchange one for the other given. I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss: There never was a better bargain driven. His heart in me keeps me and him in one; My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides; He loved my […]
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baby, you’re a firework Text: Excerpt, Firework, Lyric by Katy Perry and Mikkel S. Eriksen, Tor Erik Hermansen, Sandy Wilhelm, Ester Dean Image: Photographer, subjects, unknown; via queering on tumblr
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Tagged: Firework, gay, Katy Perry, lesbian, lyrics, vintage gay photo, vintage lesbian photo, vintage photography
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
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
You have returned. You have returned, my joy: you have returned as polar morning comes after a whole night winter. Throb the drums, — yes beat my blood to greet my darling boy. My heart with wild delight shall now employ both tongue and pen to reckon up the sums of all my gladness. Pleasure […]
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Tagged: Carmina Amico, Edward James, male affection, Provincetown, vintage gay photo, vintage photography
i love this boy, not for his beauty only, but just because my life that was so lonely knows in his presence some strange healing power, an unfamiliar peace — as if each hour should pause a little in its swift-winged flight and breathe a benediction. in his bright blue eyes his happy spirit sits […]
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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
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 […]
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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 […]
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Tagged: bed, gay, love, vintage, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection, vintage photography, Walt Whitman, WHEN I heard at the close of the day
