Archive for the ‘The Gay Recluse’ Category
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 […]
Filed under: Bad Rock, Conspiracy, History, Infrastructure, Literature, Memory, New York City, Ruins, Search, Sickness, Stereotypes, The Gay Recluse, Writers-American | 4 Comments
Tags: 9/11, AIDS, Andrew Hollaran, Closet Cases, Dancer from the Dance, Edmund White, Gay Books, Gay Literature, Gay Voice, HIV, New York Magazine, Rick Whitaker, Sam Anderson, Susan Sontag
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 […]
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Tags: Downtown, Normandie, Shipwrecks, USS Lafayette, Washington Heights
On a Miracle on 35th Street
In which The Gay Recluse ponders random acts of beauty garbage. So yesterday we wrote about a giant-tote-bag-and-broken-sawhorse installation on 35th Street between 5th and 6th Avenues. Today we are happy to report that not only has the installation survived, but that it has grown! This is facing west. We like the way the new […]
Filed under: Disease, Dissonance, Landscape, New York City, The Gay Recluse | 1 Comment
Tags: 35th Street, Con Edison, Holy Art, Installation, Jesus, Landfills, Sculpture, Totes
In which The Gay Recluse admires random acts of beauty garbage. If you’re like us, you’ve long wondered what would happen if you took the world’s largest (and Con Edison branded!) tote, propped it open with a broken sawhorse and left it for a week on 35th Street and 5th Avenue. Would anyone move it? […]
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Tags: 35th Street, Con Edison, Garbage, Saw Horse, Subway, Tote Bag, Wendys
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 […]
Filed under: Conspiracy, Decay, Pessimism, Photography, Search, The Gay Recluse, Washington Heights | 1 Comment
Tags: Dyckman Marina, George Washington Bridge, Hudson River, Shipwrecks
In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinion pieces in The Times. Frank Rich/Tet Happened, and No One Cared The Short Version: McCain is a big fucking idiot. In his words: “The sum total of his public record suggests that he could well prolong the war for another century — not because he’s the crazed […]
Filed under: Drivel, Politicians, Stereotypes, The Gay Recluse, The Times | 1 Comment
Tags: Frank Rich, John McCain, Maureen Dowd, McNice, Nicholas Kristof, Racism, Sexism, The New York Times
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 […]
Filed under: Architecture, Conspiracy, Drivel, Pessimism, Stereotypes, The Gay Recluse, The Times | 2 Comments
Tags: Daniel Jones, Gay Modern Love, Modern Love, Stereotypes, The New York Times
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. When The Chutney’s Gone (or Before I Came Out as a Lesbian, I Was the Worst Kind of Scary Sadshaw) By SUZANNE FINNAMORE and THE GAY RECLUSE Published: […]
Filed under: Addiction, Dissonance, Drivel, Food, Gay, Language, Stereotypes, The Gay Recluse, The Times | Leave a Comment
Tags: Coming Out, Daniel Jones, Divorce, Gay Modern Love, Lesbian, Scary Sadshaw, Suzanne Finnamore, The New York Times
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Time and date of photographs: April 3, 2008, wheneverness. Work was difficult this week. It was hard to concentrate. Life felt very distant. We wished we could take a nap. Somehow it never ends. “I, too am obsessed with the George Washington Bridge, […]
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Tags: George Washington Bridge, Sunsets, Work
In which The Gay Recluse holds a contest. Sort of. Today reader Will wrote with the following update: I was just in New Orleans and got some more photos for your Hottest Gay Statues contest. They’re from the Mardi Gras World museum (http://www.mardigrasworld.com/). Laissez les bons temps rouler! Let’s see what New Orleans has to […]
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Tags: Gay Statues, Hot Gay Statues, New Orleans
In which The Gay Recluse rather quickly gets lung cancer. Time and date of photographs: March 26, 10am (ish). [We would have posted earlier but had a backlog of hot gay statues to attend to. (Plus we had to go to Pittsburgh for the weekend for a celebration.)] We’ve repeatedly documented the monstrous plumes of […]
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Tags: 311, Asthma, Boilers, Exhaust, Lung Cancer, Macys, Midtown, Rooftops
In which The Gay Recluse rather quickly gets lung cancer. Time and date of photographs: April 2, 2008, 7pm (ish) Although the worst offender seems to have abated after we called 311 a few weeks ago, there are regular emissions of nasty-looking black smoke from almost all of the rooftops. At least when it gets […]
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Tags: 311, Asthma, Boilers, Exhaust, Lung Cancer, Rooftops
In which The Gay Recluse contemplates an uncommissioned masterpiece from the walls of an uptown subway station. Consider the old panels on the subway platform wall, and observe the finely wrought precision with which each strip of peeling paint has by the hands of time been distressed in the subtlest shades of gold and silver, […]
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Tags: 163rd Street, Abstract Expression, Art, C-train, Glue, Masterpieces, Paper, Posters
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 […]
Filed under: Animals, Conspiracy, Deirdre's Terrain, Dissonance, Gay, Health, Landscape, Language, Photography, The Gay Recluse | 2 Comments
Tags: Baths, Beach, Children, iPhone, Mundane, Pets, Redactions
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 […]
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Tags: Artic Tundra, Badlands, Birds, Desert, Glaciers, Ice Age, Palisades, Rooftops
In which The Gay Recluse contemplates human conception from a safe distance. Today we introduce our newest correspondent The Jessica Watch, who has expressed a willingness to satisfy our admittedly perverse voyeuristic impulses and keep us apprised as she moves ever closer to having a kid. TJW reports: I just had a barrage of tests, […]
Filed under: Government, History, Infrastructure, New York City, Photography, Search, The Gay Recluse, The Jessica Watch, The Spring Garden | 2 Comments
Tags: 59th Street Bridge, Asshole Doctors, Babies, Conception, Kids, Obstetrician, Parks Department, Penthouse, Single Moms, The Jessica Watch, Trees, Upper East Side
In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinion pieces in The Times. Gail Collins/A Black Hole Rating System The Short Version: Well, these are not exactly the best of times. In her words: “Let’s prioritize. Rank all your causes for concern on a scale of: ! (unfortunate development) to !!!!! (Large Hadron Collider has a […]
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Tags: Black Holes, China, France, Gail Collins, Hadron Collider, McLympics, Nicholas Kristof, Roger Cohen, The New York Times, Tibet
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