In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge.
Sometimes even the bridge seems small and far away under the tumult of the sky; once crushed with regret and longing, we are inspired by its patience.
The Gay Recluse is a pansy. It took him until he was fucking 31 to come out? Please. I was enjoying sucking dick at 14 (often) and came out to the parents at 21. P.S. TGR and I are the same age to boot…
– Guest Comment #5 on Curbed, “Central Park Hits Up This ‘Washington Heights’ Place for Cash“
Filed under: Architecture, Gay, Infrastructure, Longing, Resignation, The Gay Recluse, Washington Heights | 2 Comments
Tags: The George Washington Bridge, Sky, Pansy, Tumult














1) AMAZING photograph. The clouds are awesome.
2) Your blog articles are actually one of two reasons I am considering moving to your neighborhood.
3) Commenter #5 is…well I would write “pigfucker” but I try not to use profanity in others’ blogs. Oh wait did I just do that? Apologies.
Thanks, Atherton! Washington Heights is worth checking out, but brace yourself! The kind of beauty one finds here does not come without a heavy cost. (At least in my case, obvs.)