Archive for May, 2008

In which The Gay Recluse reports on monthly traffic whoring metrix to the Board of Directors. I. Summary After two record months in March and April, May witnessed an overall drop in traffic whoring, but was still our third best month ever. Some of this can be attributed to the same macroeconomic trends that have […]

In which The Gay Recluse is rather perturbed. Hey, apparently all it takes to win a Lambda Literary Award for Men’s Fiction — even if you’re not gay! — is to write a seriously homophobic treatment of a teen romance, get a bunch of testimonials from important straights, and put a smokin’ hot cover on […]

In which The Gay Recluse updates his informal but rather telling quantitative analysis of Modern Love, the weekly Style Section (of The Times) column in which openly gay writers almost never appear, and even less frequently describe a romantic relationship. This week’s piece: My Dropout Boyfriend Kept Dropping In by Lee Conell Subject: A college […]

In which The Gay Recluse presents a gay alternative to this week’s Modern Love offering in The Times. Those looking for our quantitative analysis should click here. My Dropout Girlfriend Kept Dropping In By LEE CONELL and THE GAY RECLUSE Published: May 31, 2008 IN April of my freshman year, my girlfriend, Terry, decided she […]

In which The Gay Recluse gets servicey. Reader Russell writes: I know that it’s a little our of your way but on June 8th, the Mount Morris Park Community Improvement Association will hold the 19th annual historic house tour.  Each year, the MMPCIA organizes a tour of ten or so historic homes in and around […]

In which The Gay Recluse is nonplussed. From our subway station at 163rd Street: We’re all for organ donation, but we find this advertisement rather too exuberant. Is this woman giving or receiving? Oh and another weird thing: someone graffiti numbered all the people in this poster. Seriously: creepy. “Awesome! I’m 24!” We’ve never seen […]

In which The Gay Recluse loves ferns and The Hills. This year we started watching The Hills. Everyone laughs at us when we tell them how much we like it. And how much better it is than Gossip Girl. (Not that we like Heidi or Spencer.) Everyone seems so upset by the idea that they […]