Archive for August, 2008

In which The Gay Recluse goes for laffs. Sort of. So get ready, this just in from our Albany Correspondent: The framed statute is a hot gay statute: it is the pen (one of the pens) with which Gov. Pataki signed the Gay Rights Bill (SONDA for those in the know) back in 2002 and […]


In which The Gay Recluse holds a contest. Sort of. Recently our friend Genghis Kuhn sent in the following, which we are quite pleased to share with readers impatient for the latest in HGS: While this statue is from the (not free) Art Institute in the City of the Big Shoulders, I (being but an […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Actually, this was yesterday. (We were so much younger then, we’re older than that now.) 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 […]


In which our correspondent Robert Representative reports on women’s beach volleyball. Hey TGR: I’ve been silent about volleyball, and here we are at last.  I don’t know if you want to clog up your site with traffic (what blogger would?), but here is something to consider adding: The websites for our favorite half-naked porn-athletes (pornthletes?): […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Clear skies. (Are the Olympics over yet?) 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 […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. “The George Washington Bridge over the Hudson is the most beautiful bridge in the world. Made of cables and steel beams, it gleams in the sky like a reversed arch. It is blessed. It is the only seat of grace in the […]


In which Dante and Zephyr take over The Gay Recluse. Empty shell + stray kitten = daily heartache. Friends, not every cat is a lolcat…


In which The Gay Recluse is flat. It was exceedingly hot and after taking all those pictures we were exhausted. Suddenly we wanted to be flat! Then we felt a lot better.


In which The Gay Recluse enjoys the fruits of his labor. Spread the word, Alex! No pesticides and seedless, too! GR:s last posts proves my argument even further, it’s all about ATTENTION, AH THE SWEET ATTENTION! Is it worth hurting other “normal” gay men and women by spreading out the overly proud super-queer stereotype for […]


In which The Gay Recluse visits a friend’s garden. “[O]ne can never satisfy the animal urge to escape, since from the chaos of one’s soul there is no place to escape to.” Peter Nadas, A Book of Memories


In which The Gay Recluse incurs the wrath of Stephanie. Remember how we took on Milan Kundera for writing homophobic blather in The Curtain, his highly acclaimed book of essays about the art of novel-writing? In which he says that Albertine was “killed” for him when he learned that the Proust character was based on […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. According to Stephen, when the sky turns green like this (about half way up on the right) in Michigan, it’s time to head for the basement. “The George Washington Bridge over the Hudson is the most beautiful bridge in the world. Made […]


In which Dante and Zephyr take over The Gay Recluse. Friends! Not every cat is a lolcat!