What if we got outside ourselves and there really was an outside out there, not just our insides turned inside out? , not just the waves off my own fire, like those waves off the backyard grill you can see the next yard through, though not well — just enough to know that off […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,photography,poem
Tagged: Molly Peacock, vintage
It was your birthday, we had drunk and dined Half of the night with our old friend Who’d showed us in the end To a bed I reached in one drunk stride. Already I lay snug, And drowsy with the wine dozed on one side. I dozed, I slept. My sleep broke on a hug, […]
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Tagged: poetry, Thom Gunn, vintage, vintage gay photo
Living is no laughing matter: you must live with great seriousness like a squirrel, for example– I mean without looking for something beyond and above living, I mean living must be your whole occupation. Living is no laughing matter: you must take it seriously, so much so and to such a degree that, for example, […]
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Tagged: Nazim Hikmet, Turkish poets, vintage, vintage gay photo
A happy New Year! Grant that I May bring no tear to any eye When this New Year in time shall end Let it be said I’ve played the friend, Have lived and loved and labored here, And made of it a happy year. Back from Christmas break, Happy New Year to all from Woolf […]
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Tagged: 2010, men, New Year, tuxedo, vintage, vintage gay photo
Click to hear song: [Audio clip: view full post to listen] hide me in your hollows taste the salt that clings to me shipwrecked in your shadows scented by the sea hide me in the wisdom of your thighs ride me like a wave chart my secret places navigate my shores map the ocean’s traces […]
Categories: gay,imagined histories,lesbian,music,photography
Tagged: gay, lesbian, love, sailors, vintage, vintage gay photo
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
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 […]
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Tagged: Ganymede, Michael Montlack, vintage, vintage gay photo, vintage male, vintage male affection
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 […]
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Tagged: e.e. cummings, i like my body when it is with your, poem, Threshold, vintage, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection
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 […]
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Tagged: Jean Cocteau, Le Livre Blanc, The White Paper, vintage, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection
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 […]
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Tagged: Frederico Garcia Lorca, poem, sailors, The Poet Speaks the Truth, vintage, vintage gay photo, vintage male affection
