On the George Washington Bridge Project
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: Pansy, Sky, The George Washington Bridge, Tumult