Archive for the ‘Gay’ Category
In which The Gay Recluse holds a contest. Sort of. It’s been a while since we’ve posted a hot gay statue, but how about we all take a break from all this election bullshit and admire something truly timeless? This just in from devoted hot-gay-statue submitter CBNY who explains: Pièce de la Résistance: the 2000-year-old […]
Filed under: Competitions, Gay, Hot Gay Statues, Longing, Obsession | 6 Comments
Tags: Gay, Hercules, Hot Gay Statues, The Metropolitan Museum of Art
In which The Gay Recluse wonders when the fog will burn off. Lately it seems that every morning we wake up in a fog. And we feel sort of hopeless, because even though logic dictates otherwise, we wonder if this will be the day that the fog is permanent. And we’ll never see the sky […]
Filed under: Architecture, Gay, Government, GWB Project, History, New York City, Nostalgia | Leave a Comment
Tags: 401(k), Depression, Fog, Recession, The George Washington Bridge
On Au Hasard Balthazar
In which The Gay Recluse is disturbed, but not unpleasantly so. A few nights ago we saw Au hasard Balthazar, the 1966 film by Robert Bresson.* It’s about a donkey born on a farm in a small village in France, and a young girl who — at least for a little while — loves the […]
Filed under: Film, Gay | 3 Comments
Tags: Au Hasard Balthazar, Donkeys, Robert Bresson
On a Story of Floating Weeds
In which The Gay Recluse is entranced. Tonight we watched A Story of Floating Weeds, the 1934 film by Yasujiro Ozu. It’s a silent movie, which takes some getting used to (and we say this with regret, not about the movie, but the state of our frenzied existence). Like the other Ozu films we’ve seen […]
Filed under: Drag Queens, Dream, Film, Gay, Language, Longing, Pleasure | 2 Comments
Tags: A Story of Floating Weeds, Gay Directors, Japan, Silent Movies, Yasujiro Ozu
On a Song for Saturday Morning
In which The Gay Recluse writes a song for Saturday morning. Oh hai! So apparently WordPress.com (on which The Gay Recluse is hosted) doesn’t allow you to upload MP3s, but for those souls interested in hearing our first musical composition since like forever, why not tumble on over to our Tumblr blog and have a […]
Filed under: Bad Rock, Gay, Good Rock, Ruins, Search, The Gay Recluse | 1 Comment
Tags: Epic Diva, Lo-Fi, Recording, Saturnine, Tumblr
In which The Gay Recluse loves bamboo and The Hills. So we just watched the most recent episode of The Hills. It was a lot better than the Las Vegas episode. We’re never interested in any of the dumb guys, especially when they end up in jail. But fortunately that wasn’t a plot line in […]
Filed under: Gay, Longing, Memory, Nostalgia, Pessimism, Television | Leave a Comment
Tags: Audrina, Bamboo, Gossip Girl, Lauren, The Hills
In which The Gay Recluse questions the kind of man who berates a 75-year old woman for being pro-choice. Our mother — who lives near Pittsburgh in the “swing-state” of Pennsylvania — has been going to physical therapy lately because she hurt her foot. She goes during the day, when a lot of the other […]
Filed under: Gay, Government, Health, Landscape, Law, Pessimism, Politicians | Leave a Comment
Tags: Abortion, John McCain, Physical Therapy, Pro-Choice, Republican Assholes, Sarah Palin, Schopenhauer
On Flags for Unknown Territories
In which The Gay Recluse looks through leaves at the sky. For a while we were thinking about watching some of the Republican convention. But — incredibly — it seems even dumber than the Olympics the Democratic convention. It’s hard to imagine people living their lives as politicians, or even journalists. But somehow they do […]
Filed under: Gay, Government, Health, Longing, Politicians, The Gay Recluse, The Summer Garden | Leave a Comment
Tags: Beech Tree, Birch Tree, Conventions, Journalism, Politicians, Sadness
On Judith Warner and Sarah Palin
In which The Gay Recluse hates smug people of any political persuasion. Aww, NYT “Domestic Disturbances” columnist Judith Warner is upset! She doesn’t understand why we have to spend so much money on pets, when we could just take them out in the backyard and shoot them when they get hurt or sick, like they […]
Filed under: Animals, Capitalism, Drivel, Gay, Government, Politicians, The Gay Recluse, The Summer Garden, The Times | 13 Comments
Tags: Cats, Judith Warner, Pets, Sarah Palin, The Maverick
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. “Love is perceiving and perception is anguish.” — James Baldwin, Just Above My Head
Filed under: Gay, Language, Literature, Longing, Quotes, Writers-American | Leave a Comment
Tags: Anguish, James Baldwin, Love, Perception, The George Washington Bridge
In which The Gay Recluse loves the Manhattan Times. Hey, New York Times! Instead of David Brooks, William Kristol, Maureen Dowd and so on (Zzzzzz), maybe you should turn the column over to a new generation of writers, who aren’t afraid to tell it like it is, and moreover, know how to entertain! We suggest […]
Filed under: Gay, Longing, Memory, Nostalgia, The Times, Washington Heights | Leave a Comment
Tags: Manhattan Times, Opinions, School, Work
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 […]
Filed under: Gay, Government, Hot Gay Statues, Infrastructure, Politicians, The Gay Recluse | Leave a Comment
Tags: Albany, Hot Gay, Pataki, Paterson, SONDA, Statutes
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 […]
Filed under: Architecture, Gay, Hot Gay Statues, Not Every Cat a Lolcat, The Gay Recluse | 2 Comments
Tags: Art Institute of Chicago, Beard Burns, Big Shoulders, Chicago, Hot Gay Statues, Lions, 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.
Filed under: Drivel, Gay, Health, Landscape, The Gay Recluse, Weather | 2 Comments
Tags: Flat, Heat, Parables, Parking Lots
In which The Gay Recluse mercilessly slays giants. Hey, remember that stupid Nike ad we complained about last week? Guess what? According to a Reuters report, Nike is taking it down. From Reuters: The Oregonian’s report published on Saturday quoted a Nike spokesman, Bob Applegate, saying three separate poster and billboard ads would be taken […]
Filed under: Capitalism, Gay, Stereotypes, The Gay Recluse | 9 Comments
Tags: Bad Reporting, Giant Killers, Homophobia, Nike, Old Media, Reuters, The Oregonian, Triumphs
In which The Gay Recluse retreats to the summer garden. Remember that post we did on that stupid Nike ad? Huge traffic whores that we are, we immediately sent it to Queerty and Towleroad, and they picked it up. And then JoeMyGod and Gawker did pieces, too! And a bunch of other sites we never […]
Filed under: Addiction, Drivel, Gay, Language, Resignation, Ruins, Sickness, The Gay Recluse, The Summer Garden, Traffic | 5 Comments
Tags: Arthur C. Clarke, Feelings, Homophobia, Lilies, Lolz, Nike, Retirement, Traffic, Whores
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 […]
Filed under: Architecture, Gay, Infrastructure, Longing, Resignation, The Gay Recluse, Washington Heights | 2 Comments
Tags: Pansy, Sky, The George Washington Bridge, Tumult
In which The Gay Recluse rather quickly dies of dehydration and sunstroke. Yesterday’s sunset = today’s heat. But oddly, we have no desire to be at the beach.
Filed under: Drivel, Gay, GWB Project, Health, The Gay Recluse, Weather | Leave a Comment
Tags: Beach, Dehydration, Heat, Sunsets, Sunstroke
In which The Gay Recluse dreams of the desert. This year one of our cactus bloomed for the first time. Apparently it’s very happy! We admire it, even though it makes us wish that we lived in the desert, far away from everything we hate.
Filed under: Gay, GWB Project, Longing, New York City, The Summer Garden | Leave a Comment
Tags: Blooms, Cactus, Deserts, The George Washington Bridge
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
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