Archive for November, 2008

In which The Gay Recluse clarifies his thoughts on gay marriage after years of skirting the issue. Since we are gay and in a long-term relationship — almost ten years! — we are constantly besieged by frenz and relatives with questions that more or less could be summed up as this: “Oh it’s so sweet that you’re […]


In which The Gay Recluse has a “special comment” for the straights. We’re obviously not the first to point this out, but it nevertheless seems incredible to us that our life in the city — as we approach our 41st year — is in some ways a tired script from a ridiculous sit-com. We’re talking […]


In which The Gay Recluse feels vaguely nauseous. So OMG did everyone hear that Keith Olbermann had a “special comment” last night (or was it two nights ago, whenevs) about Prop 8 and gay marriage? Chances are, if you spent five seconds on the internet today, you did! We were told not only to watch […]


In which The Gay Recluse microblogs. Jeannette Winterson in The Times of London writes: If you believe, as I do, that there is such a thing as a creative continuum common to everyone, it is not difficult to believe that everyone benefits from exposure to, and participation in, creative endeavour. Capitalism has doomed most people […]


In which a painter is also obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. So on Saturday when we were walking around in the rain, we were kinda shocked to stumble upon this rather swank gallery on Riverside Drive and 181st Street in Washington Heights. We knocked on the door and they let us in, even though […]


In which The Gay Recluse loves Truffaut. So tonight we watched Day for Night, Francois Truffaut’s 1973 movie about movie-making. Although “day for night” apparently (because what do we know?) refers to a film technique by which a day shot is made to look like the night, it also — at least in the English […]


In which The Gay Recluse cooks. Yesterday we went for a walk in the rain, in part because we wanted to check out what was happening uptown, and in part because none of the grocery stores around us carry the curly parsley that we needed for the lentil soup we planned to make. We’ve been […]


In which The Gay Recluse retains his second-class citizenship. In her most recent column in Teh Times, “Tears To Remember,” (umm, barfing yet?) Judith Warner writes of the “glory” and “bliss” of the Obama victory, and goes on to discuss two images that most indelibly marked the night for her: “One is that of Jesse […]


In which The Gay Recluse sees stars. So the other day we ran into this coal-chute cover named Chris Zieseniss, who lives a few doors down from us. He’s originally from Brooklyn, but moved to Washington Heights like 200 years ago or something and has lived here ever since. We like talking to him, but […]


In which The Gay Recluse is appeased. So remember how the BBC invited us on their radio show and made it seem like we were some random caller and not The Gay Recluse? Well, they responded to our complaint with the following message: I’m sorry your blog wasn’t mentioned. I’ve added a link to your […]


In which The Gay Recluse is interviewed on the BBC (but not credited) and then adds a backing track. [Note! Update appended below or click here.] Ha, so today we got an e-mail from “BBC World Service Request” with the following message: I work for a programme called World Have Your Say which broadcasts on […]


In which The Gay Recluse ponders life with the majority party. Confession time: Though we would have been predictably devastated by a McCain victory, we’re still a little nauseated by the onslaught of shallow optimism on display since Obama was declared the winner. We think of California (and Arizona and Florida) and are left with […]


In which The Gay Recluse calls the election. Finally.


In which The Gay Recluse holds a contest. Sort of. So who wants to take a break from groundbreaking, historical political elections and take a look at something even more timeless, i.e., a hot gay statue? Below we are pleased to present one of the hottest gay statues we’ve seen in a few thousand years, […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the city. More than any other candidate in recent history, Barack Obama can be considered a product of the city. And not just because he’s black, obvs, but because he lives in a city and seems to genuinely appreciate its fundamental character, not only in a […]


In which The Gay Recluse listens with admiration to the new record by The New Year. Recently we went to see The New Year in Williamsburg. It was a great show until we went back to our car and discovered that some frat boy asshole had broken off our side mirror on the car. Goodbye […]


In which Zephyr takes over The Gay Recluse. Friends! What if the polls are wrong? What if the conspiracy theories are true? What are these strange places called Ohio, Pennsylvania, Nevada, Colorado and Virginia? And why does our fate rest in their hands? What happens on Wednesday morning if Barack Obama loses? Will we be […]


In which The Gay Recluse gets an answer. Hey, remember those awesome art-installation storefronts in Washington Heights? Our friends at Uptown Flavor just wrote to tell us that they’re part of an initiative sponsored by the West Harlem Art Fund.