In which The Gay Recluse photographs birds.

Hmm…what kind of bird is this? (We need to do some homework.)

Hi everyone! What kind of birds are you? You kind of look like seagulls. (Omg! Is that an insult!?)

Sometimes you just want to be left alone.

In which The Gay Recluse promotes remembrance of things past.
Today we received this letter from reader Steve in Manhattan:
I, too am obsessed with the George Washington Bridge, and have been ever since as stoned youths me and my friends cavorted in the park on the New Jersey side that is directly below the place where [...]

In which The Gay Recluse holds a contest. Sort of.
For those of you who haven’t heard of it, Los Angeles is kind of like New York City except it’s in California, and instead of subways you have to drive everywhere! Crazy, right? But that said, like New York City, there are LOTS of gay men [...]

In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge.
Time and Date of photograph: March 19, 2008, 6:54am.
Notes: A gray morning, but the cats are up. (There’s no going back to sleep.)

“The George Washington Bridge over the Hudson is the most beautiful bridge in the world. Made of cables and steel beams, [...]

In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge.
Time and Date of photograph: March 18, 2008, 6:48am.
Notes: It was early, but the blue and orange — i.e., together — was the best part of the day.

“The George Washington Bridge over the Hudson is the most beautiful bridge in the world. Made [...]

In which The Gay Recluse goes to a new restaurant (twice) and is totally psyched.
For all of you doubters in doubterville, take note: there’s a new restaurant on 166th Street between Broadway and Saint Nicholas, right around the corner from Dallas BBQ. And get this: it’s vegetastic! We’ve eaten there twice already this weekend alone [...]

In which The Gay Recluse photographs birds.

Some days we want to photograph the George Washington Bridge. Today we went for the seagulls.

In which The Gay Recluse holds a contest. Sort of.
Today we are extremely honored to present another hot-gay-statue submission, this one a joint effort from Jeff Weinstein/Out There and John Perreault/Artopia. Jeff writes:

I sent partner John to shoot Garibaldi in Washington Square Park and instead he came back with [a fuzzy shot of] the [...]

In which The Gay Recluse thinks about shit on the daily commute.
As we walk through midtown each morning and each afternoon, we often pause to observe a fading silhouette on a wall; while somewhat decrepit, it provides comforting evidence — of a sort we are always on the lookout for — that Andy Warhol did [...]

In which The Gay Recluse agrees with a reader.
As regular readers know, we recently took a field trip to Harlem, which led us to make the case that the city should “aggressively” rezone 125th Street. Of the many responses we received — some of which (as expected) were caustic to the point of incoherence [...]

In which The Gay Recluse makes a monthly report to the Board of Directors.
I. Summary
February was an outstanding month for The Gay Recluse. A combination of organic growth, continued linkage from Curbed and Queerty and several new links from Gawker all contributed to record numbers of visitors and page views.
II. Traffic Metrix
WordPress
Total Views February: 6545
Grand [...]

In which The Gay Recluse ponders a sampling of recent search terms used to find the very pages you are now reading. Note: All search terms listed are in the exact form provided by WordPress.com, which is the host (at least for a while) of this blog. Hyperlinks to relevant posts included.
Search: students ’shallow and [...]

In which The Gay Recluse contemplates an uncommissioned masterpiece from the walls of an uptown subway station.

In which The Gay Recluse considers a broken traffic light in Washington Heights.
Glancing up, we were momentarily confused; what had once been familiar and comfortable seemed unclear and possibly dangerous. (Of course we took a photograph.) Is this not the story of your life, too?

In which The Gay Recluse would like to think “outside the box.”
Heating bills keep getting higher and higher, and despite global warming, there are days when it’s still very, very cold. Freezing air rushes through open windows, and we wonder: what can we possibly do about it? Any complex problem would seem to require [...]

In which The Gay Recluse ponders a photograph of the George Washington Bridge and provides an interesting (and possibly depressing) fact.
Date of photograph: February 24, 2008
Notes: We were rushing out to buy donuts and didn’t notice the reflection of the window to the right. (Oh well.)

Interesting (and Possibly Depressing) Fact: The George Washington Bridge opened [...]

In which The Gay Recluse contemplates four uncommissioned masterpieces from the walls of an uptown subway station and finds evidence of paranoia, conspiracy and entropy.

In which The Gay Recluse appears on the back of a tattered subway poster in the post-apocalyptic dungeon that is the 163rd Street subway station.

In which The Gay Recluse ponders a sampling of recent search terms used to find the very pages you are now reading. Note: All search terms listed are in the exact form provided by WordPress.com, which is the host (at least for a while) of this blog. Hyperlinks to relevant posts included.
Search: two headed cat
Comment: [...]

In which The Gay Recluse responds (in italics) to reader comments.
Dear The Gay Recluse: I also live in Washington Heights, and was led to your blog through curbed.com. I read your parody post On Our Eulogy for Tuck-It-Away Self-Storage with giddiness and glee!
We like you already; this has been a [...]