We two boys together clinging,
One the other never leaving,
Up and down the roads going - North and South excursions making,
Power enjoying elbows stretching, fingers clutching,
Armed and fearless—eating, drinking, sleeping, loving,
No law less than ourselves owning—sailing, soldiering, thieving, threatening,
Misers, menials, priests alarming—air breathing, water drinking, on the turf or the sea-beach dancing,
With birds singing—With fishes swimming—With trees branching and leafing,
Cities wrenching, ease scorning, statues mocking, feebleness chasing,
Fulfilling our foray.

- Walt Whitman
We Two Boys Together Clinging (1850's)


Ye cypress-breasted boys of birth,
attend the coming of the gloom!
Expose your breasts of jasmine, show
your lily buttocks all abloom!
Let Love awake, and blush, as Love
comes glimmering from the starry womb,
With standing member all aglow,
purpled with cloth from Rapture's loom.
O tulip cheeks! O lips of rose!
the joy of Allah ye assume,
Rejoicing in the luscious play,
the slippery splendour of the spume
Cast from the holy hiding-place
for ever till the day of doom.
Rejoice, O podex, in thy strength!
thy spasms like the stars illume
Earth's darkness, life's disgrace, abash
the trifling terrors of the tomb.

- Aleister Crowley
from Bagh-I-Muattar (The Scented Garden of Abdullah The Satarist of Shiraz) (1910)



Homosexual intercourse, like all intercourse, involves energy-exchange on several levels. It may, in certain cases, involve greater stimulation on certain levels than that provided by heterosexual or sodomitic intercourse.

- Aleister Crowley
from The Field-Theory of Sex



The Subject Was Faggots
and the quote was "ain't nothin' happenin' but faggots and dope"
Faggots and dope, faggots and faggots and faggots who line dot dot dot dot dot
Like that, 34th street and 8th avenue
Giggling and grinning and prancing and shit
Trying their best to see to see the misses and misery
and miscellaneous misfits who attend the faggot ball
faggots who have come to ball
faggots who have come to ball
faggots who were balling because they couldn't get their balls
inside the faggot hall
Balling, balling, ball-less faggots
cutie cootie and snoodie faggots
I mean you just had to dig it to dig it
the crowning attraction being the arrival of Ms Brooklyn
looking like a half-back in a mini-skirt
with swan feathers covering
his err hers a it's pectoral and balls
and he err she or it prepared to enter the faggot ball
but sitting on the corner digging all that I did as I did
long long, black limousines and long flowin' evening gowns
had there been no sign on the door saying "faggot ball"
I might have entered, and god only knows just what would've happened

- Gil Scott Heron
The Subject Was Faggots (1970)