Posts Tagged ‘Birthdays’
In which The Gay Recluse is officially one year old. So guess what! We made it through an entire year. For us, that meant 696 posts, 549 comments, 95 categories, 2,617 tags and 96,339 total views. It’s true that we were a traffic whore at times. Which we don’t regret, but lately we haven’t had […]
Filed under: Architecture, Dissonance, Health, History, Longing, Memory, Ruins, Search, The Gay Recluse | 6 Comments
Tags: Birthdays, Cities, Orchids, Solitude
On Notes from a True Gay Recluse
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 […]
Filed under: Gay, Letters, Memory, Pessimism, Philosophers, Resignation, Ruins, The Gay Recluse, Washington Heights | Leave a Comment
Tags: Asperger Syndrome, Autism, Birthdays, Cherry Grove, Fort Lauderdale, Gay, Gay Seniors, George Washington Bridge, Little Red Lighthouse, Riverside Drive, Saab
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 […]
Filed under: Architecture, Decay, Dissonance, Gay, Landscape, New York City, Resignation, Ruins, The Gay Recluse, Washington Heights | 1 Comment
Tags: Aries, Autism, Birthdays, Fort Tryon Park, Forty, Galaxie 500, Inwood Hill Park, Lampposts, The Minutemen, Upper Manhattan
In which The Gay Recluse watches the sunset, craves a gin-and-tonic and converses with a higher power. Time and Date of Photographs: 7:15ish, March 20, 2008 Notes: All sunset photos are inherently cheesy — obviously — but sometimes we have to get in touch with our inner tourist. God: Don’t let your youth go to […]
Filed under: Architecture, Capitalism, Conspiracy, Gentrification, New York City, Photography, The Gay Recluse | Leave a Comment
Tags: Birthdays, Gin and Tonic, God, Jonathan Richman, Middle Age, Netflix, New Jersey, Sunsets, Youth
It was the sight of a civil war hat — blue wool, with the truncated black rim and a small leather band across the front — on a fellow C-train passenger that made us think of the time, almost twenty years earlier, when we had last worn such a hat (yes, it is called a […]
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Tags: Birthdays, C-train, Dreams, Memory, The Queen Is Dead, The Smiths
