Archive for the ‘The Gay Recluse’ Category

In which The Gay Recluse corresponds with Harry, an 80-year-old autistic gay man. Herewith, for those who asked (and for those who did not): March 24: It is none my business to know, but! My curiosity is tweaked. Who are you? Have you posted something somewhere to give a more detailed bio? or do I […]


In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinion pieces in The Times. Maureen Dowd/The Hillary Waltz The Short Version: Whoever wins, the battle has been good for Democrats. In her words: “One of the most valuable lessons the gritty Hillary can teach the languid Obama — and the timid Democrats — is that the whole […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Time and date of photographs: April 1, 2008, 7:00 – 8:00 pm (ish). The sunset sky — even this tone of blue — is perhaps not as promising as we’d like to believe. (We think of someone we recently overheard describing her […]


In which The Gay Recluse makes a monthly report on traffic whoring to the Board of Directors. I. Summary A combination of organic growth, traffic whoring and links from Curbed, Gothamist, Towleroad, Slog and others contributed to record numbers of visitors and page views in March. II. Traffic Whoring Metrix WordPress Total Views March: 15,033 […]


In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinion pieces in The Times. David Brooks/Pitching with Purpose The Short Version: The key to life (and baseball) is mental discipline. In his words: “Not long ago, Americans saw the rise of a therapeutic culture that placed great emphasis on self-discovery, self-awareness and self-expression.” Score: D (Destroyed) Although we […]


In which The Gay Recluse turns forty. Today we received the following note from Harry, a reader in Washington Heights: Subj: YOU Mess: It is none my business to know, but! My curiosity is tweaked. Who are you? Have you posted something somewhere to give a more detailed bio? or do I have to continue […]


In which The Gay Recluse contemplates an uncommissioned masterpiece from the walls of an uptown subway station. Consider, if you will, one of 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 […]


In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Time and Date of photograph: March 31, 2008, 9:48am. Notes: The gray tone of the sky nearly matched that of the bridge. “The George Washington Bridge over the Hudson is the most beautiful bridge in the world. Made of cables and steel […]


In which The Gay Recluse holds a contest. Sort of. Last week our newest correspondent The Blind Architect filed this report: You may be interested in this statue of George Washington I saw last week in Seattle. No musculature, but he does have a big sword. I have been watching the HBO John Adams series, […]


In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinion pieces in The Times. Paul Krugman/The Dilbert Strategy The Short Version: Any “reform” of the financial markets proposed by the Bush administration is a joke. In his words: “Oh, and the Bush administration actively blocked state governments when they tried to protect families against predatory lending.” Score: […]


In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinion pieces in The Times. Frank Rich/Hillary’s St. Patrick’s Day Massacre The Short Version: Why is Hillary such a lying liar? To cover up her Iraq vote, of course! In his words: “Incredible as it seems, the professionals around Mrs. Clinton — though surely knowing her story was […]


In which The Gay Recluse posts love letters from crazies. Remember a couple hundred years ago when Arthur C. Clarke died and we made fun of him for being a closet case? And how not everyone thought it was funny and we laughed at them too? Well, some people are still upset and can’t resist […]


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: How We Got from Grief to Pancakes Subject: A woman finds a […]


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 contemplates an uncommissioned masterpiece from the walls of an uptown subway station. Consider, if you will, one of 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 […]


In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinion pieces in The Times. Paul Krugman/Loans and Leadership The Short Version: When you look at policy proposals, McCain is a Nazi, Clinton is progressive and Obama (who annoys me just because) is less progressive. In his words: “McCain is selling the same old snake oil, claiming that […]


In which the Gay Recluse holds a contest. Sort of. Although this is not an official submission, we felt it was imperative to share a comment from reader GenghisKuhn in response to Seth Tisue’s entry from Philadelphia (shown below). Genghis writes: What makes this even funnier is that it looks like the J-Man might be […]


In which The Gay Recluse scores selected opinion pieces in The Times. Gail Collins/The Uncle Al Election The Short Version: Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama are politicians; ergo they act like politicians. In her words: “There isn’t a right or wrong to this argument — only strategy.” Score: A- (Aware) Although we’re not always in […]


In which The Gay Recluse posts news and analysis from our U.K. correspondent, The London Eye. Today we received this missive from The London Eye: Dear Gay Recluse: Here are a few more London statues… Even though we’re not eligible for awards, we want the United States to know that our statues are HERE, our […]


In which The Gay Recluse dreams of stowing away. There are hundreds of barges that pass by each day. All of them seem to have cool apartments on board. We dream of sailing to Australia to visit The Cannanes.