Queer Archive

  • She knew me as I was. And she knew, too, the artist I’m writing about currently: the late filmmaker and director, Bill Gunn. The two Bills. Companeros. She of the beautiful mind and skin, he of the same. I met...

    Billie Allen

    She knew me as I was. And she knew, too, the artist I’m writing about currently: the late filmmaker and director, Bill Gunn. The two Bills. Companeros. She of the beautiful mind and skin, he of the same. I met...

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  • You have only to open the Library of America’s sterling edition of Gertrude Stein’s “Writings, 1903-1932,” to find what you are looking for in terms of inspiration. She changed everything, and she can change your mind with a glance of...

    God Bless You, Gertrude

    You have only to open the Library of America’s sterling edition of Gertrude Stein’s “Writings, 1903-1932,” to find what you are looking for in terms of inspiration. She changed everything, and she can change your mind with a glance of...

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  • In New Orleans. Clouds like planes of solid atmosphere. The heat that sends you scurrying and then laying flat. An atmosphere of dazed reconciliation. My gay pride was spent here amidst sudden showers, and not knowing the gay scene at...

    Versions of Masculinity

    In New Orleans. Clouds like planes of solid atmosphere. The heat that sends you scurrying and then laying flat. An atmosphere of dazed reconciliation. My gay pride was spent here amidst sudden showers, and not knowing the gay scene at...

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  • Today, I was visiting friends in the West Village. One friend in particular. The windows were open. Gray mist, happy thoughts, transitioning from one home to another. Suddenly, the sound of cymbals and chanting on Fifth Avenue, we poked our...

    Amazement (for Kevin)

    Today, I was visiting friends in the West Village. One friend in particular. The windows were open. Gray mist, happy thoughts, transitioning from one home to another. Suddenly, the sound of cymbals and chanting on Fifth Avenue, we poked our...

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