This is my first image on this blog. And I'm glad it's this one, because I like it and it's not tawdry.
It's Christopher Isherwood and W.H. Auden, reclining together in some garden, or in some park. I don't know where it is, but somehow I like to think it's San Francisco or Los Angeles.
Isherwood looks great, as he always did, but even Auden looks good. (Didn't we ALL at one time?)
I love this photo because they were both very eloquent men, and both VERY gay. You know that they weren't messing around, but were well aware of their inclinations (god, how I hate that word!) and LOVED MEN, but also LOVED WORDS!
And that makes this photo even sexier to me.
Also, I love their style, their pose, and their... okay, once again, THEIR STYLE!!!
Quentin Crisp was certainly a 'poofter' but he was right about everything he said, especially style.
The nose and hairstyle on Isherwood are fabulous. More men look like that every day in Portland, if only they'd don the suits. Auden looks dorkishly sexy... those big ears and wallflower-pensive gaze are so fuzzy. Damn he was a fucking amazing poet, too!
I hope they got plenty laid.
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