Archive for the ‘Gay’ Category

In which The Gay Recluse provides a gay alternative to this week’s Modern Love offering in The Times. (Note: For Kayla’s response, please click here.) By KAYLA RACHLIN SMALL and THE GAY RECLUSE THE rules forbade me from being within three feet of her. I knew those rules; she knew them. Sharing a drink meant […]


In which The Gay Recluse holds a contest. Sort of. Today we received this submission from Ed, a reader in Murray Hill who writes: Dear Gay Recluse: Since you launched your competition I have kept my eye open for hot gay statues in Murray Hill, which is my neighborhood (32nd and Lexington, to be exact). […]


In which The Gay Recluse photographs birds. Some days we want to photograph the George Washington Bridge. Today we went for the seagulls.


In which The Gay Recluse would laugh at government doublespeak (and the media’s reporting of the same) if it were in a novel instead of the real world. Today Jeff Weinstein sent us the following quote from an article in The Times (of London) about the British government’s decision to reopen the asylum case of […]


In which The Gay Recluse holds a contest. Sort of. Today we are extremely honored to present another hot-gay-statue submission, this one a joint effort from Jeff Weinstein/Out There and John Perreault/Artopia. Jeff writes: I sent partner John to shoot Garibaldi in Washington Square Park and instead he came back with [a fuzzy shot of] […]


In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinion pieces in The Times. Nicholas Kristof/Obama and the Bigots The Short Version: We must teach people not to be such crazy losers. In his words: “Likewise, with countless people today spreading scurrilous rumors that Mr. Obama is a Muslim, the most appropriate response is a denial followed […]


In which The Gay Recluse holds a contest. Sort of. On the topic of hot gay statues, one of our readers — David from Queens — writes with an important observation/challenge: Great contest, Gay Recluse. But it would be virtually impossible for our splendid nation to top the statue of Hercules and Cacus (attached) in […]


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 Signal in the Sky Said: Marry Her Subject: A goofball straight […]


In which The Gay Recluse provides an alternative to this week’s more tedious and stereotypical Modern Love offering in The Times. By Ben Karlin and The Gay Recluse THE problem was Paolo. I met him at an Italian restaurant in my neighborhood in Brooklyn, where he was a devastatingly cute waiter and I a frequent […]


In which The Gay Recluse ponders New York Magazine’s “Best of New York” Special Double Ish. Recently, through a series of startling but ultimately mundane machinations we’d rather not get into because it involves that most hideous of modern chimeras (i.e., frequent flier miles), we happened to receive in the mail (we know, gross) a […]


In which The Gay Recluse mixes pleasure and politics. Today — in what we can now confirm was the biggest day ever at The Gay Recluse (from a traffic-whore perspective) — we had the pleasure of having Dan Savage link to our smokin’ hot gay-statue contest. We encourage you to check out the full post […]


In which The Gay Recluse sponsors a competition. Sort of. After our recent post about the smokin’ hot statuary on Audubon Terrace in Washington Heights, a reader wrote to ask if we were aware of other such collections, particularly in the United States, where — in case you haven’t noticed — the puritanical impulse runs […]


In which The Gay Recluse unveils the hidden assets of Washington Heights. For those of you who have grown fatigued by the unceasing onslaught of “hot” photographs, videos and movie clips featuring live male actors and models, why not take a trip to Audubon Terrace in Washington Heights? Here you can reconnect with 5000 years […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Time and Date of photograph: March 1, 2008, 5:58pm. Notes: A panoramic view of the pre-war ruins of Washington Heights and the post-war ruins of New Jersey. “The George Washington Bridge over the Hudson is the most beautiful bridge in the world. […]


In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinion pieces in The Times. Bob Herbert/A Nominee? Or a Debacle? The Short Version: Tuesday’s Democratic primaries could either determine the nominee or not. In his words: “That would also cause bad feelings that would be difficult to assuage.” The Score: C-(Customary) This is a good piece for […]


In which The Gay Recluse provides an alternative to this week’s more tedious and stereotypical Modern Love offering in The Times. “Me, My Daughter and Them” By Heidi Wendel and The Gay Recluse MY newest girlfriend, vintage four weeks, was spending her first overnight at our Upper West Side apartment en famille and didn’t know […]


In which The Gay Recluse ponders a sampling of recent search terms used to find the very pages you are now reading. Note: All search terms listed are in the exact form provided by WordPress.com, which is the host (at least for a while) of this blog. Hyperlinks to relevant posts included. Search: students ‘shallow […]


In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinion pieces in The Times. David Brooks/Remembering the Mentor The Short Version: Even though he was a Nazi, I loved William F. Buckley. In her words: “Buckley was not only a giant celebrity, he lived in a manner of the haut monde.” Score: F (Foolish) In this column […]


In which The Gay Recluse contemplates an uncommissioned masterpiece from the walls of an uptown subway station.


In which The Gay Recluse provides an alternative to this week’s more tedious and stereotypical Modern Love offering in The Times. “The April Fools’ Joke I Played on Myself” by Jay Ruttenberg and The Gay Recluse MY boyfriend and I were descending into the Eighth Avenue L train subway station when I remembered it was […]