The Closet Professor
A blog about LGBTQ+ History, Art, Literature, Politics, Culture, and Whatever Else Comes to Mind. The Closet Professor is a fun (sometimes tongue-in-cheek, sometimes very serious) approach to LGBTQ+ Culture.
Monday, June 2, 2025
Back to the Grind
After two blissful weeks mostly away from work—save for those pesky Thursdays—I’m officially back to my regular schedule starting today. The vacation glow has already started to fade, and I can feel the familiar weight of routine settling back on my shoulders. While I’ll still be working from home on Fridays (a small but welcome mercy), the Monday-through-Thursday grind resumes with all its usual charm—or lack thereof.
Truthfully, I’m not exactly thrilled to be back. It’s not just that the rhythm of summer makes everything feel slower and heavier. It’s that summer at the museum tends to be... well, quiet. Too quiet. There are no classes to prep for, no public programs to plan, no whirlwind of events to coordinate. Just a few tours here and there, which don’t require much in the way of preparation. I could practically recite those scripts in my sleep—and, some days, I think I do.
To make matters even less enticing, my boss is not exactly my favorite person. Let’s just say their leadership style is a little too hands-on in all the wrong ways, and not nearly hands-on enough where it might actually help. Combine that with the slow trickle of summer foot traffic and the looming sense of "Why am I even here?" and you’ve got the perfect recipe for seasonal ennui.
But I suppose there’s something to be said for the quiet, even if it’s not particularly productive. Sometimes, the summer lull gives me time to think, reflect, and—if I’m lucky—sneak in a bit of personal writing or reading between tasks. And with Fridays still reserved for the sanctuary of working from home, I’ll take the silver linings where I can find them.
Here’s hoping the next few weeks bring a little unexpected joy—or at least a few interesting visitors to break up the monotony. If nothing else, I’ll have time to daydream about my next escape... or write a blog post or two.
Sunday, June 1, 2025
🌈 Pride in the Image of God
“I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; that I know very well.”
— Psalm 139:14
“There is no longer Jew or Greek, there is no longer slave or free, there is no longer male and female; for all of you are one in Christ Jesus.”
— Galatians 3:28
“For the Spirit God gave us does not make us timid, but gives us power, love and self-discipline.”
— 2 Timothy 1:7
Pride Month is often seen as a celebration—of identity, visibility, survival, and love. But for LGBTQ+ Christians, it is also a sacred invitation to reclaim our place in the story of God’s people. To be LGBTQ+ and Christian is not a contradiction. It is a divine calling to live authentically, in the truth of who we are, as beloved children created in God’s own image.
Pride is not about arrogance or rebellion; it is about dignity. It is about standing tall in a world that has too often tried to make us small. It is about refusing shame. And it is about remembering that the same God who knit us together in the womb did so with care, intention, and joy.
Too many of us have heard the message that God’s love must be earned by becoming someone else. But the gospel tells a different story—a story of radical welcome, unearned grace, and a Savior who broke down barriers and sought out the marginalized. Jesus didn’t conform to religious expectations. He loved expansively, healed indiscriminately, and told us not to be afraid.
This Pride Month, hear this truth clearly: You are not a mistake. You are not outside the reach of grace. You are part of the Body of Christ. Your love, your life, your truth—they matter deeply to God.
Take pride in the Spirit’s power within you. Take pride in your survival and in your joy. Take pride in your faith, not despite who you are, but because of who you are.
We should thank God for creating us wonderfully and wholly. In a world that sometimes denies us dignity, He remind us that we are His. Let Pride Month be a season of healing, joy, and holy resistance. We should walk in the confidence of God’s love, stand in the truth of His grace, and shine with the light He placed within us. We must always remember to love others with that same wild, welcoming love.
So, this Pride Month let’s go forth in love and boldness, knowing we are a living reflection of God’s creativity. Our lives are a testimony of truth, resilience, and grace. This Pride Month—and always—walk proudly in the name of the One who made you exactly as you are: deeply loved, beautifully queer, and wholly divine.
🌈🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
Saturday, May 31, 2025
Moment of Zen: Waterfalls
Friday, May 30, 2025
Friday Is Upon Us
I’ve really enjoyed my vacation time over the past two weeks—especially Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday of this week, which were absolutely beautiful sunny days. Even though Saturday is supposed to bring rain, I’m still looking forward to the chance to be lazy, catch up on some reading, maybe watch a movie—or take some time appreciating the quiet rhythm of my own thoughts… and touch, depending on what kind of movie I end up choosing.
There’s a certain heaviness in knowing it’s coming to an end. The slower mornings, the freedom to do things on my own time, the luxury of not living by an alarm clock—it’s hard to let that go. Isabella even let me sleep until after 5 a.m. a few mornings before demanding I get up and feed her, which felt like a rare and precious gift.
But there’s something to look forward to: Sunday marks the beginning of Pride Month. Even if it’s just a quiet acknowledgment this weekend, there’s comfort in knowing that June brings with it a celebration of identity, resilience, and community. A new month, a new beginning, and a reminder of joy—no matter the weather.
I hope you all have a great weekend!
Thursday, May 29, 2025
Disappointed
Wednesday, May 28, 2025
Brawn, Leather, and Liberation
Untitled, by Tom of Finland |
In the pantheon of queer visual culture, few images are as iconic—or as unapologetically homoerotic—as the bulging, leather-clad figures drawn by Tom of Finland. With their impossibly broad shoulders, exaggerated musculature, and conspicuous bulges, these hypermasculine men were more than just fantasy: they were acts of artistic rebellion, crafted at a time when queer desire had to be hidden in the shadows. But Tom of Finland (born Touko Laaksonen) was not alone in reshaping how gay masculinity was imagined and celebrated in visual art. He belonged to a wider aesthetic tradition that blurred the lines between eroticism, protest, and artistic expression.
Untitled, by Tom of Finland |
Tom of Finland began publishing his drawings in the 1950s, first in American beefcake magazines under pseudonyms before gaining cult status within underground gay circles. His men were not just naked—they were powerfully naked. Whether sailors, bikers, cowboys, or police officers, these figures projected confidence, dominance, and sexual agency. This was a deliberate rejection of earlier depictions of gay men in visual media, which often painted them as effeminate, sickly, or criminal.
Untitled, by Tom of Finland |
Rather than conform to heteronormative expectations, Tom exaggerated the masculine archetype to subvert it. Muscles were drawn just shy of absurdity. Genitalia, while rarely fully exposed in early works due to censorship, were always implied to be monumental. Clothing—tight jeans, uniforms, leather—clung to bodies with sculptural precision. In this world, queerness was not weak or shameful, but fiercely virile.
Rainbow Falls, by George Quaintance |
Tom of Finland was not the first to explore the muscular male form as an object of desire, though he certainly popularized it within queer culture. Earlier artists such as George Quaintance—whose idyllic, soft-lit scenes of sun-kissed ranch hands and swimmers in the 1940s and '50s also blended classical idealism with homoerotic themes—helped lay the groundwork. Quaintance's men were more polished and posed, evoking Greco-Roman statuary, but they shared with Tom a fascination with male beauty and strength.
Havasu Creek, George Quaintance |
Morning in the Desert, George Quaintance |
Others in this lineage include Etienne (Dom Orejudos), known for his bondage-tinged illustrations, and more contemporary artists like Robert Mapplethorpe, whose photographic studies of the male body in the 1970s and '80s, gave fine art legitimacy to explicitly sexual gay imagery. These artists collectively expanded the visual vocabulary of masculinity—and queer masculinity in particular—by daring to eroticize it on its own terms.
Untitled, by Etienne (Dom Orejudos) |
Untitled, by Etienne (Dom Orejudos) |
Untitled, by Etienne (Dom Orejudos) |
Dan S., 1980, by Robert Mapplethorpe |
Untitled, by Tom of Finland |
Shore Leave, George Quaintance |
About the Artist: Tom of Finland (Touko Laaksonen, 1920–1991)
Born in Finland, Touko Laaksonen served in the Finnish Army during World War II before working as a graphic designer. His first drawing was published in Physique Pictorial in 1957. Over his lifetime, he created thousands of images that celebrated queer desire with explicit muscular masculinity. In 1984, he co-founded the Tom of Finland Foundation in Los Angeles to preserve and promote erotic art. His legacy continues to influence fashion, photography, and LGBTQ+ visual culture globally.
Untitled, by Tom of Finland |
Tuesday, May 27, 2025
Beauty and Beauty
By Rupert Brooke
When Beauty and Beauty meet
All naked, fair to fair,
The earth is crying-sweet,
And scattering-bright the air,
Eddying, dizzying, closing round,
With soft and drunken laughter;
Veiling all that may befall
After—after—
Where Beauty and Beauty met,
Earth’s still a-tremble there,
And winds are scented yet,
And memory-soft the air,
Bosoming, folding glints of light,
And shreds of shadowy laughter;
Not the tears that fill the years
After—after—
About the Poem
Rupert Brooke is often remembered as the handsome golden boy of early 20th-century English poetry—a soldier-poet who wrote idealistic verses before his untimely death in World War I. But beyond the patriotic sonnets and romanticized nationalism, there are quieter, more intimate poems where something deeper—perhaps more revealing—emerges. One such poem is “Beauty and Beauty,” a short but evocative lyric that resists easy categorization.
At first glance, the poem reads like a celebration of romantic or sensual union—two abstracted figures (or perhaps lovers), meeting in a moment of rapture, dissolving into something transcendent. The language is lush and tactile: “naked, fair to fair,” “ecstasy double,” “clasp and the joy and the heat.” The entire scene evokes physicality, longing, and fleeting perfection. What’s striking is the absence of gender. The poem does not say he and she, nor even they in a way that suggests duality of sex. Instead, it speaks of Beauty and Beauty—two mirrored forces, equal in form and attraction. This mirroring—“fair to fair”—can be read as a poetic device, but also as something more intimate: a union of likeness, not difference.
Some scholars have long speculated about Rupert Brooke’s sexuality. He was part of Cambridge circles that included queer intellectuals like E.M. Forster and Maynard Keynes. His letters reveal emotionally intense relationships with both men and women, though concrete evidence of same-sex relationships remains elusive—partly because queerness at the time was veiled, coded, or suppressed altogether. But poetry has always been a place for what could not be said directly.
If we allow ourselves to read “Beauty and Beauty” through a queer lens, we can begin to see it not just as a love poem, but as a celebration of two men—fair and fair, entwined in a moment of passion and transcendence. There is no need to disguise desire in gendered roles. The love here is elemental, luminous, and fleeting. It begins with naked beauty and ends with the world asleep, spent from witnessing their union.
Brooke’s language in the poem is deeply sensual but avoids vulgarity. It is about the merging of two forces—perhaps two bodies, perhaps two souls. And the line “melt into one perfect sphere” feels almost mythic, like Aristophanes’ description in Plato’s Symposium of original humans as spherical beings split apart, ever longing to be whole again. That myth, often invoked in queer readings of classical texts, frames love between men not as deviation, but as origin—a kind of primal longing. Brooke may have known this, or at least felt it. His poem offers a vision of beauty that dares to be symmetrical, unashamed, and fleetingly divine.
“Beauty and Beauty” is a short poem, but its power lies in what it refuses to define. It leaves open a space for same-sex love—not overtly, but unmistakably. Whether or not Brooke intended it as a reflection of his own desires, the poem speaks to anyone who has ever found beauty in someone who mirrors their own longing. In that way, it becomes a quiet act of defiance. A poem that, in just twelve lines, opens the door to a love that dares not speak its name—yet sings, briefly, with crystalline clarity.
About the Poet
Rupert Brooke (1887–1915) occupies a unique space in the history of English literature—a poet whose fame was built as much on his classical beauty and tragic death as on the haunting lyricism of his verse. A product of Rugby School and King’s College, Cambridge, Brooke rose to prominence just before the First World War with a body of poetry that was elegant, wistful, and suffused with longing. His early poems explored themes of love, nature, and transience, often in language that was sensuous and delicately melancholic. His most famous work, the 1914 sonnet sequence—including the much-anthologized The Soldier—framed patriotic sacrifice in romantic and spiritual terms, offering a vision of war that felt noble and redemptive. It struck a chord with a nation on the brink of catastrophe.
Yet there is more to Rupert Brooke than patriotic verse. Beneath the idealized imagery of sacrifice lies a poet deeply attuned to beauty and desire, whose emotional life was complex and, at times, tortured. Brooke had relationships with women, but his most intense emotional connections were often with men. He moved in intellectual circles that included many queer figures of the day—such as Virginia Woolf, Lytton Strachey, and E.M. Forster—and his letters and friendships suggest an internal struggle with identity and intimacy. While modern scholars stop short of labeling him definitively gay or bisexual, there is a growing consensus that his sexuality was fluid and that his poetry often masks or sublimates homoerotic longing.
Poems like "Beauty and Beauty" hint at a love that transcends gendered norms, offering brief, luminous glimpses of physical and emotional union that resist definition. His use of idealized forms—beauty, ecstasy, the merging of bodies—evokes classical and Platonic traditions that have long resonated with queer readers. That Brooke rarely wrote overtly of same-sex love is perhaps unsurprising given the social pressures of Edwardian England, but the emotional intensity and coded language of his verse leave space for queer interpretation.
Brooke’s life was cut tragically short during World War I. Commissioned as a sub-lieutenant in the Royal Naval Division, he died of sepsis from an infected mosquito bite aboard a French hospital ship in the Aegean Sea in 1915. He was 27 years old. His death, just months before the slaughter of the Somme and the disillusionment that followed, helped enshrine him as the quintessential tragic youth—a symbol of innocence lost to war. Yet his legacy endures not only in patriotic myth but also in the more private, lyrical moments of his poetry, where longing and beauty converge in ways still deeply moving—and, perhaps, more revealing than even he intended.