Archive for July, 2008
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: A Brother As Significant as Any Other by Lawrence Everett Forbes Subject: […]
Filed under: Drivel, Gay, Stereotypes, The Gay Recluse, The Times | 7 Comments
Tags: Daniel Jones, Gay Modern Love, Lawrence Everett Forbes, Modern Love
In which The Gay Recluse says great, wtf. We’ve written before about the vacant house next door, which we’ve been complaining about for close to umm, 10 years. But finally last spring it was declared unsafe, which may mean 1) the city is going to knock it down, or 2) some developer bought it and […]
Filed under: Architecture, Government, New York City, The Gay Recluse, Washington Heights | 1 Comment
Tags: Columnar Pin Oaks, Department of Buildings, Geniuses, Scaffolding, Stoops
In which The Gay Recluse holds a contest. Sort of. We’ve been lazy about posting hot gay statues, but it’s time to take care of some local favorites that have been languishing in the submission box. Reader CBNY, who possesses one of the greatest photo collections of hot gay statues in the world, sent these […]
Filed under: Architecture, Hot Gay Statues, Infrastructure, New York City, The Gay Recluse | 3 Comments
Tags: Book Deals, Grand Central Terminal, Hot Gay Statues, Intellectuals, Lady Statues, Last Laughs, Mercury, Park Avenue, Writers
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Last night we were watching Dante’s Cove, but really, the sunset was much more entertaining. I too had an obsession with the GWB when I lived in the Heights in the ’80s. Mine was doing as much cruising as possible under that […]
Filed under: GWB Project, Television, The Gay Recluse | Leave a Comment
Tags: Dante's Cove, George Washington Bridge, Sunsets
In which The Gay Recluse enjoys “summer hours.” Today we worked from home, which meant lots of watching the GWB. I too had an obsession with the GWB when I lived in the Heights in the ’80s. Mine was doing as much cruising as possible under that majestic bridge. The “little red lighthouse” was used […]
Filed under: Architecture, Gay, GWB Project, Washington Heights, Weather | Leave a Comment
Tags: Summer Hours, The George Washington Bridge
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Yesterday morning. Yesterday evening. I too had an obsession with the GWB when I lived in the Heights in the ’80s. Mine was doing as much cruising as possible under that majestic bridge. The “little red lighthouse” was used for a probably […]
Filed under: Architecture, GWB Project, Obsession, The Gay Recluse, Washington Heights | Leave a Comment
Tags: 1980s, Cruising, Gay Cruising, Little Red Lighthouse, The George Washington Bridge
In which The Gay Recluse rather quickly dies of lung cancer. It’s bad enough when the smoke is spewing across rooftops in the distance, but it’s quite another thing when it’s blowing right through your living room window. When is the city going to get serious about inspecting these shitty boilers? Plus it’s getting worse, […]
Filed under: Government, GWB Project, New York City, Politicians, Sickness, The Gay Recluse, Washington Heights | Leave a Comment
Tags: 38 Fort Washington Avenue, Asthma, Boilers, Health, Lung Cancer, Rooftops
In which The Gay Recluse takes what he can get. Summer is by far the worst season in Washington Heights. Stereos are constantly blaring, there’s trash everywhere, the elevators and street corners are filled with macho-man drunks. When a woman walks down the street and these geniuses make a big production of staring at her […]
Filed under: Gay, Pessimism, Pleasure, Search, Sickness, Small Pleasure Project, Stereotypes, The Gay Recluse, Washington Heights, Weather | 8 Comments
Tags: Corner Huggers, Drunks, Faggot, Losers, N-word, Shadows, Shower Curtains, Summer, Trash
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Yesterday. Today. I, too, have an obsession with the George Washington Bridge. However, mine involves a nagging compulsion to complete a football pass from the deck of the bridge to a buddy on the ground below. –Ryan Pissed and Petty (March 31, […]
Filed under: Architecture, GWB Project, Infrastructure, The Gay Recluse, Washington Heights, Weather | 1 Comment
Tags: Haze, Summer, The George Washington Bridge, Today, Yesterday
In which The Gay Recluse contemplates the urge to shit on the world. In our apartment building, trash collection is not exactly arduous: all you have to do is put it out by the elevators between the hours of six and nine, morning or evening. For some, however, this is too much to ask, so […]
Filed under: Government, Pessimism, Politicians, Sickness, The Gay Recluse, The Times, Washington Heights | 3 Comments
Tags: Civilization, Collective Unconscious, Garbage, Jesse Helms, Psychology, Republican Assholes
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Ding Dong! The Witch is dead. Which old Witch? The Wicked Witch! Ding Dong! The Wicked Witch is dead. Wake up – sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed. Wake up, the Wicked Witch is dead. She’s gone where the […]
Filed under: Architecture, GWB Project, Politicians, The Gay Recluse | Leave a Comment
Tags: Holiday Lights, Jesse Helms, Le Corbusier, The George Washington Bridge, Wicked Witch
In which Dante and Zephyr take over The Gay Recluse. Friends! Have you forgotten? Not every cat is a lolcat!
Filed under: Animals, Not Every Cat a Lolcat, The Gay Recluse, The Russian Blue | 2 Comments
Tags: Assistants, Cats, Friends, Guest Bloggers, Lolcats
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with Corsican mint. We were worried that our Corsican mint wouldn’t come back this year. So we bought some more! But then it did come back, just as we were told it would. Some obsessions are obviously more benign than others. Of all the groundcovers we introduced […]
Filed under: Gay, Good Rock, GWB Project, Obsession, The Gay Recluse, The Summer Garden | Leave a Comment
Tags: Corsican Mint, Groundcovers, Mentha requienii
On Proof that the Sun Sets Magnificently, Even Over New Jersey: A Story of (Sub)Urban Despair
In which The Gay Recluse contemplates life, on the subway. Today on the subway — this, during the evening rush — we sat down next to a woman, perhaps 25 or so, with long, thin arms and straight blond hair. We noticed because a few seconds later, she leaned over and yelled “Dad!” And it […]
Filed under: Gay, Infrastructure, Memory, Resignation, Search, Sickness, Subway, The Gay Recluse | 3 Comments
Tags: Daughters, Fathers, John Grisham, MTA, Psychology, Sads, Sons, Tom Clancy
In which The Jane Austen Watch checks in with The Gay Recluse. So we’re always hassling our correspondents to submit more material and believe it or not, sometimes it works! Today, for example, The Jane Austen Watch filed this report from her beat in Queens: I took some pictures of the tiles at this diner […]
Filed under: Architecture, Capitalism, City Pattern Project, Communism, The Gay Recluse, The Jane Austen Watch | 1 Comment
Tags: Diners, Just Pretty Cool, Queens, Tiles
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