Archive for the ‘Conspiracy’ Category

In which The Gay Recluse asks a reader to think more conceptually. In response to our recent Franco Harris Hot Gay Statue submission, Reader Queerunity writes: all football players wear spandex, why is this gay? We’re posting this comment — and thanks for bringing this up, Queerunity — because we think it raises an interesting […]


In which The Gay Recluse suggests a link. The most beautiful ads are always for dead companies. Like this one we recently took on 35th Street between 5th and 6th Avenue. Does this company still exist? We hope not, because we don’t want to have to think about buying anything. New York City is filled […]


In which The Gay Recluse takes a trip to the suburbs. Last weekend we went flower shopping and on the way back stopped into a brand new Home Depot that was recently built somewhere in Westchester, which is this large land mass north of New York City; sometimes desolate and sometimes beautiful, it is criss-crossed […]


In which The Gay Recluse admires manholes. Time/Location: May 2, 2008 on 35th Street between 6th Avenue and Madison. By our calculations, there are approximately ten zillion manholes in New York City, and each has a cover; this is one of the largest and most striking. The alternating pattern of single and interlocking circles — […]


In which The Gay Recluse reports on monthly traffic whoring metrix to the Board of Directors. I. Summary After a record month of whoring in March, we experienced a slight dip in April. But! It was still our second best month on record. II. Traffic Whoring Metrix WordPress Total Views March: 13,957 Grand Total Number […]


In which The Gay Recluse watches plants. With a nasty apartment building looming over our garden, we felt we had no choice but to plant bamboo, and not the clumping variety either, but the running kind you read about taking over the earth. We rented a truck last summer and drove to a small town […]


In which Dante and Zephyr take over The Gay Recluse. Friends! We have spoken on this subject before, but feel that it bears repeating. Discard your assumptions and stereotypes! Open your mind to new experience! And — most of all — remember: not every cat is a lolcat!


In which Dante and Zephyr take over The Gay Recluse. Friends, consider this! While it is incontestable that there are many cats around the world who are happily (or not!) photographed and displayed in a staggering array of sizes, colors and dispositions, it is important to be sensitive to diversity and henceforth be mindful of the following fact: not every cat is lolcat!


In which The Gay Recluse again laments the suffocation of the gay voice in American literature. If you’re like us, when you scanned through the list of books included in New York Magazine‘s recent “New York City Canon 1968-2008,” you had one reaction: wtf! where are the gays? In every other format, gays are represented […]


In which The Gay Recluse is graced by our most cantankerous correspondent, The Blind Architect. Today, in response to our recent post on shipwrecks in Washington Heights, we received the following report from The Blind Architect: [A]s usual, any noteworthy thing you can find in Washington Heights has already been done to death in the real Manhattan a few miles […]


In which The Gay Recluse photographs shipwrecks lining the Hudson north of the George Washington Bridge. Time and date of photographs: March 30, 2008 (afternoon) As usual, there were those who did not survive the winter. We tend to look at the wreckage with some disdain: “That could never happen to us!” Yet! There is […]


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: When The Chutney’s Gone Subject: A very frightening woman describes a soulless […]


In which Deirdre’s Terrain checks in with The Gay Recluse. Today we received this startling news report and follow-up analysis from our Manhattan correspondent Deirdre’s Terrain: ieeww I hate people who post picts & videos of their KIDS at the beach taking a bath etc etc… playing with their iPhone.. YUCK! why do parents post […]


In which The Gay Recluse is momentarily disturbed. Of all the natural vistas we have encountered — desert landscapes, arctic tundra, the badlands — the rooftops of Washington Heights remain one of the most tranquil and undisturbed. Originally carved from the bedrock some 10,000 years ago by the retreating glaciers, the surreal beauty of these […]


In which The Gay Recluse imagines a life more exciting than his own. Our newest correspondent — Deirdre’s Terrain — sends in pix of her desk at work, which she labeled only half-ironically as “CUBE Party!” along with the following report: Look @ my cube This is the view from where Deirdre sits. (Note the […]


In which The Gay Recluse provides a gay alternative to this week’s Modern Love offering in The Times. Those looking for our quantitative analysis should click here. How We Got From Grief to Pancakes By PATTY DANN and THE GAY RECLUSE Published: March 30, 2008 I WAS nervous about meeting my new partner’s parents, even […]


In which The Gay Recluse explores mythology. In response to our post on the nasty black smoke seen snaking around the rooftops of Washington Heights, reader David writes: FYI – asthma is caused more by a bad diet than by the air we breathe. Love your site, but the “asthma is caused by dirty air” […]


In which The Gay Recluse does some investigative reporting and follows up with a complaint. As we’ve documented many times, thick black smoke — a function of improperly maintained or outdated boiler systems — is pretty much a constant of life in Washington Heights. (No coincidence, asthma rates are pretty much through the roof.) Although […]


In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinion pieces in The Times. Gail Collins/A Catered Affair The Short Version: Paterson should have left his wife at home. In her words: “Everybody knows there’s only one revenge affair to a customer.” Score: A- (Amusing) We began this column a bit fearfully, but gradually succumbed to Collins’ […]


In which The Gay Recluse watches the sunset, craves a gin-and-tonic and converses with a higher power. Time and Date of Photographs: 7:15ish, March 20, 2008 Notes: All sunset photos are inherently cheesy — obviously — but sometimes we have to get in touch with our inner tourist. God: Don’t let your youth go to […]