Posts Tagged ‘Sleep’

In which The Gay Recluse launches a new contest. Smokin. Seen anything hotter? Send us your pix.


In which The Gay Recluse sees stars. So the other day we ran into this coal-chute cover named Chris Zieseniss, who lives a few doors down from us. He’s originally from Brooklyn, but moved to Washington Heights like 200 years ago or something and has lived here ever since. We like talking to him, but […]


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


We pull and tug at the blanket — the first cold night of the year is upon us — but it doesn’t move even an inch: it is trapped under the leaden weight of cats in the night. We shiver at the edge of the bed, longing to be covered and warm, to retreat to […]