Archive for the ‘The Gay Recluse’ Category
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Today on the subway this woman wouldn’t move her leg over two inches to make room for us to sit down. But we sat down anyway, because we were tired and didn’t see why she should take up two seats. Then we […]
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Tags: 59th Street, Columbus Circle, Etiquette, MTA, Subway Woes, Sunsets, The George Washington Bridge
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with manhole covers. Recently we were suprised to learn that cities in Florida such as Ft. Lauderdale also have manhole covers, some of which are pretty freakin’ swank. Reader CBNY sends us the following: [The first] is a little perfunctory, but I find it offers a rather […]
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Tags: Fort Lauderdale, Manhole Covers
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: […]
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Tags: Daniel Jones, Gay Modern Love, Lawrence Everett Forbes, Modern Love
In which The Gay Recluse says great, wtf. We’ve written before about the vacant house next door, which we’ve been complaining about for close to umm, 10 years. But finally last spring it was declared unsafe, which may mean 1) the city is going to knock it down, or 2) some developer bought it and […]
Filed under: Architecture, Government, New York City, The Gay Recluse, Washington Heights | 1 Comment
Tags: Columnar Pin Oaks, Department of Buildings, Geniuses, Scaffolding, Stoops
In which The Gay Recluse holds a contest. Sort of. We’ve been lazy about posting hot gay statues, but it’s time to take care of some local favorites that have been languishing in the submission box. Reader CBNY, who possesses one of the greatest photo collections of hot gay statues in the world, sent these […]
Filed under: Architecture, Hot Gay Statues, Infrastructure, New York City, The Gay Recluse | 3 Comments
Tags: Book Deals, Grand Central Terminal, Hot Gay Statues, Intellectuals, Lady Statues, Last Laughs, Mercury, Park Avenue, Writers
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Last night we were watching Dante’s Cove, but really, the sunset was much more entertaining. I too had an obsession with the GWB when I lived in the Heights in the ’80s. Mine was doing as much cruising as possible under that […]
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Tags: Dante's Cove, George Washington Bridge, Sunsets
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with The George Washington Bridge. Yesterday morning. Yesterday evening. I too had an obsession with the GWB when I lived in the Heights in the ’80s. Mine was doing as much cruising as possible under that majestic bridge. The “little red lighthouse” was used for a probably […]
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Tags: 1980s, Cruising, Gay Cruising, Little Red Lighthouse, The George Washington Bridge
In which The Gay Recluse rather quickly dies of lung cancer. It’s bad enough when the smoke is spewing across rooftops in the distance, but it’s quite another thing when it’s blowing right through your living room window. When is the city going to get serious about inspecting these shitty boilers? Plus it’s getting worse, […]
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Tags: 38 Fort Washington Avenue, Asthma, Boilers, Health, Lung Cancer, Rooftops
In which The Gay Recluse takes what he can get. Summer is by far the worst season in Washington Heights. Stereos are constantly blaring, there’s trash everywhere, the elevators and street corners are filled with macho-man drunks. When a woman walks down the street and these geniuses make a big production of staring at her […]
Filed under: Gay, Pessimism, Pleasure, Search, Sickness, Small Pleasure Project, Stereotypes, The Gay Recluse, Washington Heights, Weather | 8 Comments
Tags: Corner Huggers, Drunks, Faggot, Losers, N-word, Shadows, Shower Curtains, Summer, Trash
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Yesterday. Today. I, too, have an obsession with the George Washington Bridge. However, mine involves a nagging compulsion to complete a football pass from the deck of the bridge to a buddy on the ground below. –Ryan Pissed and Petty (March 31, […]
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Tags: Haze, Summer, The George Washington Bridge, Today, Yesterday
In which The Gay Recluse contemplates the urge to shit on the world. In our apartment building, trash collection is not exactly arduous: all you have to do is put it out by the elevators between the hours of six and nine, morning or evening. For some, however, this is too much to ask, so […]
Filed under: Government, Pessimism, Politicians, Sickness, The Gay Recluse, The Times, Washington Heights | 3 Comments
Tags: Civilization, Collective Unconscious, Garbage, Jesse Helms, Psychology, Republican Assholes
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Ding Dong! The Witch is dead. Which old Witch? The Wicked Witch! Ding Dong! The Wicked Witch is dead. Wake up – sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed. Wake up, the Wicked Witch is dead. She’s gone where the […]
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Tags: Holiday Lights, Jesse Helms, Le Corbusier, The George Washington Bridge, Wicked Witch
In which Dante and Zephyr take over The Gay Recluse. Friends! Have you forgotten? Not every cat is a lolcat!
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Tags: Assistants, Cats, Friends, Guest Bloggers, Lolcats
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with Corsican mint. We were worried that our Corsican mint wouldn’t come back this year. So we bought some more! But then it did come back, just as we were told it would. Some obsessions are obviously more benign than others. Of all the groundcovers we introduced […]
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Tags: Corsican Mint, Groundcovers, Mentha requienii
On Proof that the Sun Sets Magnificently, Even Over New Jersey: A Story of (Sub)Urban Despair
In which The Gay Recluse contemplates life, on the subway. Today on the subway — this, during the evening rush — we sat down next to a woman, perhaps 25 or so, with long, thin arms and straight blond hair. We noticed because a few seconds later, she leaned over and yelled “Dad!” And it […]
Filed under: Gay, Infrastructure, Memory, Resignation, Search, Sickness, Subway, The Gay Recluse | 3 Comments
Tags: Daughters, Fathers, John Grisham, MTA, Psychology, Sads, Sons, Tom Clancy
In which The Jane Austen Watch checks in with The Gay Recluse. So we’re always hassling our correspondents to submit more material and believe it or not, sometimes it works! Today, for example, The Jane Austen Watch filed this report from her beat in Queens: I took some pictures of the tiles at this diner […]
Filed under: Architecture, Capitalism, City Pattern Project, Communism, The Gay Recluse, The Jane Austen Watch | 1 Comment
Tags: Diners, Just Pretty Cool, Queens, Tiles
In which The Gay Recluse reports to the Board of Directors on monthly traffic-whoring metrix. I. Summary June marked our third best month on record, and — in light of limited time investment into the site — represents a promising long-term trend. If we’re ever in a position to start posting with renewed frequency, we […]
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Tags: Board Reports, City Room, Curbed, Forecasts, Gothamist, Metrix, Site Meter, The New York Times, Traffic Whoring, WordPress
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge. Time/Date: Today, after the rain. The bridge is named in honor of George Washington, the first President of the United States. —Wikipedia
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Tags: George Washington, George Washington Bridge, Presidents, Wikipedia
In which The Gay Recluse is once again perturbed. Have you heard about Measuring The World, the international bestseller by German/Viennese author Daniel Kehlmann? It sold more copies than any other German-language book since Patrick Suskind’s Perfume, and was highly acclaimed by critics everywhere for its playful use of language and magic realism: according to […]
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Tags: Alligators, Daniel Kehlmann, Dogs, Measuring the World, Naturalists
In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with birds. It was raining pretty hard, but we still had places to go. Even if we knew that somewhere, someone was sleeping. I hope you love birds, too. –Emily Dickinson
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Tags: Birds, Emily Dickinson, Rain, Sleep
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