Possibly the Gayest Thing Ever.

But really.

The Official Trailer for the Award-Winning Film "Fagbug"

Having a Gay Old Time

Salute To Alan Turing

Alan Turing [June 23, 1912-June 7 1954]

"Founder of computer science, mathematician, philosopher,

codebreaker, strange visionary and a gay man before his time"

His life was fascinating and horrifying. [click]

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Young Truman Capote

Delicious.

Hey Allen Ginsberg Where Have You Gone and What Would You Think of My Drugs?

From moustache blog to poetry blog. Sorry, my B.

Anyway, I have a lifelong mission to write "The Ultimate Jew Poem" which is basically the poem that best expresses the complications, subtleties, beauty, and sheer oddness of being a Jewish-y, Atheist-y thing.

And I believe this lady has accomplished that. Rachel Zucker, take it away.

" I am here because of this.
Because of what my ancestors did for me to tell this
story of the outstretched hand what it did for me this
marked door and behind this red-marked door, around
a corner a blue-eyed boy waits to love me up with his 
leavened bread, his slim body, professional detachment, 
medical advancements, forgive me my father's mother's
father was the last in a long line of Rabbis—again! with this? This
rhapsody of affliction and escape, the mind bobbing along
in its watery safe. Be like everyone. Else. Indistinguishable but
better than the other nations but that's what got us into this, Allen,
no one writes these long-ass poems anymore.  Now we're
better, all better.  All Christian.  Kind."

Click Me, Bitch.

Also, as a side note: "Queer Jews: Putting the 'Men' Back in Menorah"

I See Your Bukowski

And I raise you Jimmy.

He just oozes sexuality. Look at what he's doing with his lips. I sense a gay-crush coming on.

"One afternoon, red, satyr-thighed

Michael, the Irish setter, head

Passionately lowered, led

The child I was to a shut door. Inside,

Blinds beat sun from the bed.

The green-gold room throbbed like a bruise.

Under a sheet, clad in taboos

Lay whom we sought, her hair undone, outspread,

And of a blackness found, if ever now, in old

Engravings where the acid bit.

I must have needed to touch it

Or the whiteness—was she dead?

Her eyes flew open, startled strange and cold.

The dog slumped to the floor. She reached for me. I fled."

Click ME

James Merrill [March 3, 1926 – February 6, 1995]

p.s.

Beloved Head Tamponette: not all of us can sit around all day posting moos-tashes. I try. I really do. But you're a tough act to follow/keep up with.

To Forgive is Human, to Err

Divine!

October 19, 1945 – March 7, 1988

[Divine was kind of cute of in high school...]