jungfrukallan:

In the Forest, also called Two Girls, c. 1915-1916, Marie Laurencin

Serge Lifar and professional Straight Woman Who Loved To Sleep With Gay Men, Natalie Paley, 1932

Lily Damita, 1928

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guywoodhouse:

hombre-hombre:

Rock Granger 

The surly, live-in cook

My houseboy.

guywoodhouse:

hombre-hombre:

Rock Granger

The surly, live-in cook

My houseboy.

ohthatoceanicfeeling:

Some of Andy Warhol’s erotic male photography.

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Little Richard being completely serious (x)

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fyeahjeancocteau:

with Maria Chabelska, Rome, 1920’s

quote source, p. 69.

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inneroptics:

[1939]

My Jeannot, 
          Thank you from the bottom of my heart for having saved me. I was drowning and you threw yourself into the water without hesitation, without a backward look. What is admirable about it is that all this cost you dear and you wouldn’t have done it if the impulse hadn’t been sincere. So you have given me a proof of strength, a proof that all the lessons of our work have borne fruit. In love you can’t run with the hare and hunt with the hounds and there is no such thing as a small love. You tended to believe in André’s [André Goudin, Jean Cocteau’s secretary] system: “One collects a face”, etc. That’s wrong. Love is Tristan and Isolde. Tristan is unfaithful to Isolde and it kills him. In just one minute you understood that our love couldn’t be weighed against a sort of regret, a sort of baseless sorrow. I shall never forget those two days and that terrible 14th of July when I tempted fate and when I didn’t know where to live anymore. We shall find our island of love again and our factory for the production of beautiful works of art. I adore you. 
          Write me two lines. Your short letters are my fetishes. 
                    Jean

May I ask one little nonsense of you? For me waiting is like an illness. If you get in late, just telephone – a short phone call so that I hear your voice.

Jean Cocteau- Letter to Jean Marais

ubleproject:

"L.V. lived near the church. A fiercely independent woman. One of her former neighbors said: ‘You know how some women gotta have some help, have a man around? She didn’t have to have one.’"—from "The Ballad of Geeshie and Elvie: On the trail of the phantom women who changed American music and then vanished without a trace," The New York Times Magazine

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