I loves me some maps. From Alert Reader Paul Day and 7X7; "Rebecca Solnit's 'Infinite City' Maps SF in a Whole New Light."
Featuring such beautifully artistic map mashups as butterfly habitats and open queer spaces in "Monarchs and Queens."
Wednesday, October 06, 2010
cartornography
I loves me some maps. From Alert Reader Paul Day and 7X7; "Rebecca Solnit's 'Infinite City' Maps SF in a Whole New Light."
Featuring such beautifully artistic map mashups as butterfly habitats and open queer spaces in "Monarchs and Queens."
no more rumors? iPhone really going to Verizon?
The Cult of Mac is reporting:
Plans have emerged today from people briefed by Apple that the company is to begin mass producing a new iPhone by the end of 2010 that will allow Verizon Wireless to sell its popular smartphone early next year.I'll believe it when I see it. And while I am now locked into AT&T for another two years, maybe the new wave will relieve some of the iPhone strain on the weak AT&T network. I hate to think I might, but I probably will, drop another $400 in two years for an iPhone 5.
The new iPhone will be no different externally to the iPhone 4 in shops today, however, internally it will feature an alternative wireless technology called CDMA used by Verizon. According to the same people, the key chip will be provided by Qualcomm, and the device is expected to be released in the first quarter of next year.
I dig me some string beans!
Alert Reader Paul Day went to the celebration of the History of Sesame Street at the Yerba Buena last week (which I am sick to have missed!). Part of the presentation, which he managed to find on YouTube, was this hip bit from back in the day.
Bring it on Roosevelt Franklin!
Bring it on Roosevelt Franklin!
Tuesday, October 05, 2010
Mad Men 40th
I'm still putting together photos and videos from the big coutnry party, but here's the slide show from the awesome Mad Men-themed 40th birthday party my sister-in-law Emily threw for me in Nashville in August. So much fun!
And here is a bit of Mac's toast:
And here is a bit of Mac's toast:
when a stranger tweets
The sequel to The Social Network will be a horror film.
"The status update is coming from inside the house!"
Have you checked on your children's FourSquare?
Thinking about this led me to find the original trailer on YouTube. I remember the movie being pretty suspenseful and fairly scary, in that really well-told-scary-story-by-the-campfire sort of way.
I didn't notice they made another remake (wasn't there one in the 80s too?). This one looks more horror movie than suspense. As I recall in the first one the villain never appeared until the very end. However the production values are clearly much more posh.
"The status update is coming from inside the house!"
Have you checked on your children's FourSquare?
Thinking about this led me to find the original trailer on YouTube. I remember the movie being pretty suspenseful and fairly scary, in that really well-told-scary-story-by-the-campfire sort of way.
I didn't notice they made another remake (wasn't there one in the 80s too?). This one looks more horror movie than suspense. As I recall in the first one the villain never appeared until the very end. However the production values are clearly much more posh.
like the swallows to Capistrano
The Blue Angels have flown back to SF.
From Todd Lappin/Telstar Logistics Twitter feed: Navy Blue Angel F-18s will arrive, in formation, at SFO on Monday, 10/4 at approximately 1:30 p.m.
Keep an eye/ear out.
From Todd Lappin/Telstar Logistics Twitter feed: Navy Blue Angel F-18s will arrive, in formation, at SFO on Monday, 10/4 at approximately 1:30 p.m.Keep an eye/ear out.
It Gets Better
The It Gets Better project has really taken off, inspiring hometown heroes and celebrities alike. It's amazing.
But I still cannot make it through most of these videos without tearing up. So incredibly awesome.
I hope those that need to hear it, do.
But I still cannot make it through most of these videos without tearing up. So incredibly awesome.
I hope those that need to hear it, do.
why you should vote Republican
I wonder how this would play if it aired on national television? Still, they are on point. Or rather points. And sharp ones at that.
Monday, October 04, 2010
Play-Date!
About a decade ago, Deb and I planned to spend an afternoon together catching up. We stopped in the Noe Valley Walgreens to pick up something, because the Noe Valley Walgreens was her favorite Walgreens. Whatevs. While wandering and waiting, I saw that they had the Play-Doh Fun Factory on sale: two for six dollars. I thought about how much I always wanted one as a kid and while I loved and had Play-Doh as a kid I never got a Fun Factory with the exciting press thingie. I used to go up to Margaret's house to play with her Play-Doh Hair Salon (not us but might as well be) which would pump Play-Doh hair out of its patrons' heads.
It occurred to me, standing there staring wistfully at the Fun factory, that I was a grown-up now, and did in fact have more than six dollars in my pocket, and if I really wanted a Play-Doh Fun Factory, I could have one right now. I think of that moment as a flash of genius.
I bought two.
Errands done, Deb and I walked down to the Noe Valley Tully's, ordered our coffees and set up shop, as it were, at one of the tables. We had one of the best afternoons of our lives. It was great to catch up and tackle some of our life issues while keeping our hands busy. It was incredibly therapeutic and I think shrinks should use Play-Doh during therapy time. That, and Play-Doh is just fun. And you know what? You're allowed to mix the colors. That was another hurdle. As kids we were always told not to. But what is the worst case scenario here? Some blended colors that don't match their pre-described containers? Good Lord no wonder it's so hard to come out of the closet. We blended with abandon. And guess what? If we blend the Play-Doh too much, we can always get more! We can do that! We're grown-ups! That "stay inside the lines" thinking is ingrained in us early and deeply.
Not only did we have a blast, but we quickly became the coolest kids in Noe Valley. Adults stopped and asked what we were doing. Some were incredulous that we would sit in coffee shop with individual Play-Doh Fun Factories for no specific reason other than that it is fun. Some asked if they could play with us, and several joined us for five or ten minutes at a time before they had to resume their "real" lives and scoot off to wherever it was they were headed when they stopped in for coffee. Only one kid asked to play with us, which we thought was wonderfully bold and outgoing and we made him a rock star in the café if only ever so briefly.
Who would have though six dollars could have been so well spent?
After that afternoon, I started hoarding Fun Factories and giving them as birthday gifts, reminding my friends that even though they are aging they should still pay some love to that kid inside.
Deb is now a single mom living in San Rafael. We still love each other, but our visits are few and far-between. Deb made it to town for the Big Second Annual 39th Birthday Celebration, and we vowed to have some quality time soon. Six weeks later we had a mutually free afternoon and we set out to a coffee shop in San Rafael, with the 100-piece Super Play-Doh Fun Factory set she gave me for my 40th. San Rafaelites were less enthusiastic about our antics*, but two kids did ask us if we were playing with Play-Doh, which was obvious but at the same time confusing that two adults with no kids present would do so. We were happy to share.
(*although the reaction might have been to my higher-than-it-should-have-been volume when I recounted tales from the previous weekend's Folsom Street Fair and perhaps a far-too-audible reference to a cock ring.)
Do yourself a favor: call a friend, get a Fun Factory or two, and make a play date. Or rather a Play-Doh-Date. If your inner child is still active, you'll be surprised how much fun you can have. And ironically, cover a lot of adult issues in the conversation while you're inner kid is busy playing with your hands.
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Flickr set.
It occurred to me, standing there staring wistfully at the Fun factory, that I was a grown-up now, and did in fact have more than six dollars in my pocket, and if I really wanted a Play-Doh Fun Factory, I could have one right now. I think of that moment as a flash of genius.
I bought two.
Errands done, Deb and I walked down to the Noe Valley Tully's, ordered our coffees and set up shop, as it were, at one of the tables. We had one of the best afternoons of our lives. It was great to catch up and tackle some of our life issues while keeping our hands busy. It was incredibly therapeutic and I think shrinks should use Play-Doh during therapy time. That, and Play-Doh is just fun. And you know what? You're allowed to mix the colors. That was another hurdle. As kids we were always told not to. But what is the worst case scenario here? Some blended colors that don't match their pre-described containers? Good Lord no wonder it's so hard to come out of the closet. We blended with abandon. And guess what? If we blend the Play-Doh too much, we can always get more! We can do that! We're grown-ups! That "stay inside the lines" thinking is ingrained in us early and deeply.
Not only did we have a blast, but we quickly became the coolest kids in Noe Valley. Adults stopped and asked what we were doing. Some were incredulous that we would sit in coffee shop with individual Play-Doh Fun Factories for no specific reason other than that it is fun. Some asked if they could play with us, and several joined us for five or ten minutes at a time before they had to resume their "real" lives and scoot off to wherever it was they were headed when they stopped in for coffee. Only one kid asked to play with us, which we thought was wonderfully bold and outgoing and we made him a rock star in the café if only ever so briefly.
Who would have though six dollars could have been so well spent?After that afternoon, I started hoarding Fun Factories and giving them as birthday gifts, reminding my friends that even though they are aging they should still pay some love to that kid inside.
Deb is now a single mom living in San Rafael. We still love each other, but our visits are few and far-between. Deb made it to town for the Big Second Annual 39th Birthday Celebration, and we vowed to have some quality time soon. Six weeks later we had a mutually free afternoon and we set out to a coffee shop in San Rafael, with the 100-piece Super Play-Doh Fun Factory set she gave me for my 40th. San Rafaelites were less enthusiastic about our antics*, but two kids did ask us if we were playing with Play-Doh, which was obvious but at the same time confusing that two adults with no kids present would do so. We were happy to share.
(*although the reaction might have been to my higher-than-it-should-have-been volume when I recounted tales from the previous weekend's Folsom Street Fair and perhaps a far-too-audible reference to a cock ring.)
Do yourself a favor: call a friend, get a Fun Factory or two, and make a play date. Or rather a Play-Doh-Date. If your inner child is still active, you'll be surprised how much fun you can have. And ironically, cover a lot of adult issues in the conversation while you're inner kid is busy playing with your hands.
. Flickr set.
Ten years of Out with ACT: Scapin
Last week marked the tenth anniversary of Out with ACT with an absolutely brilliant performance of Scapin at the American Conservatory Theater (pronounced Skoh'-penh).
Theater Man Randy Taradash put together another great celebration of Out with ACT, and while Darren has moved from behind the bar to points in SoCal, Kevin and I were happy to see Maximus and Pretty Pretty Kissy Face (aka Christine) there to welcome us with our libations. It was a great crowd too with a lot of our favorite theater 'mos returning for another season—shouts to Rob Forni and David Sutherland, and Chris Carrington and Jim Dibble—and favorite new friends Jeff and Brian who changed their ACT subscription to the Out nights. Joining us for Scapin were Kevin's good friends Hank and Jim.
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The Show, Scapin, was amazing. You can always count on Molière for a good farce, but Bill Irwin and Mark O'Donnell adapted this typical servant-on-rich-folk farce into a modern powerfully fun romp of witty banter, almost lyrical physical humor, and audience-engaging silliness for silliness' sake. ACT's Scapin in three words: so much fun.
Actually, it should be said that it is Bill Irwin's Scapin as he adapted, directed, and starred in the play, and his madcap performance was both tireless and well-timed. Joining Irwin as the other madcap servant in this tale was recurring ACT member Jud Williford, whom we have enjoyed in about a dozen other ACT productions (but may always be to me and Kevin, "the guy who peed on stage with a sheep in Curse of the Starving Class). Jud really gets a chance to strut his stuff in this production, with a much meatier lead than the other characters we have seen him perform. While his dramatic chops are well honed, I think he is underused as a comic actor and would love to see more fun on the ACT stage, such as last fall's surreally wonderful November. Note to ACT: more comedies!
ACT core member, and Kevin and Wilson fan favorite, Rene Augesen makes an appearance, and while Jud Williford's usual role exploded from side character to lead, Rene's usual dominant role was exchanged for a charming supporting one. Sharing a drink with Jud and Rene at the ACT reception, both expressed their appreciation for the size of their roles in this production. Jud was happy to have more to work with and Rene was grateful not to have ten thousand pages of dialog to memorize again.
Again, the Irwin/Williford tag team comedy bits in this production were often side-splitting, and I could not have loved their "charades" bit more.
Omozé Idenhenre, who was an absolute force in last year's Caucasian Chalk Circle makes a brief appearance as yet another servant. Unfortunately, I think the sum total of her lines could have been written on the back of an envelope.
Of course, half of what we love about the Out with ACT nights is the reception. And Kevin and I always seem to be the last to leave. But we do love the refreshments and chatting up fun theater friends—old and new acquaintances—and chatting up the cast.
It was a treat to meet and greet with the ringleader of this circus Bill Irwin, and while Randy was introducing us, Kevin and I met our female theater counterparts, sort of the female versions of our Statler and Waldorf.
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Can you guess which one is the me?
Theater Man Randy Taradash put together another great celebration of Out with ACT, and while Darren has moved from behind the bar to points in SoCal, Kevin and I were happy to see Maximus and Pretty Pretty Kissy Face (aka Christine) there to welcome us with our libations. It was a great crowd too with a lot of our favorite theater 'mos returning for another season—shouts to Rob Forni and David Sutherland, and Chris Carrington and Jim Dibble—and favorite new friends Jeff and Brian who changed their ACT subscription to the Out nights. Joining us for Scapin were Kevin's good friends Hank and Jim.
. The Show, Scapin, was amazing. You can always count on Molière for a good farce, but Bill Irwin and Mark O'Donnell adapted this typical servant-on-rich-folk farce into a modern powerfully fun romp of witty banter, almost lyrical physical humor, and audience-engaging silliness for silliness' sake. ACT's Scapin in three words: so much fun.
Actually, it should be said that it is Bill Irwin's Scapin as he adapted, directed, and starred in the play, and his madcap performance was both tireless and well-timed. Joining Irwin as the other madcap servant in this tale was recurring ACT member Jud Williford, whom we have enjoyed in about a dozen other ACT productions (but may always be to me and Kevin, "the guy who peed on stage with a sheep in Curse of the Starving Class). Jud really gets a chance to strut his stuff in this production, with a much meatier lead than the other characters we have seen him perform. While his dramatic chops are well honed, I think he is underused as a comic actor and would love to see more fun on the ACT stage, such as last fall's surreally wonderful November. Note to ACT: more comedies!
ACT core member, and Kevin and Wilson fan favorite, Rene Augesen makes an appearance, and while Jud Williford's usual role exploded from side character to lead, Rene's usual dominant role was exchanged for a charming supporting one. Sharing a drink with Jud and Rene at the ACT reception, both expressed their appreciation for the size of their roles in this production. Jud was happy to have more to work with and Rene was grateful not to have ten thousand pages of dialog to memorize again.
Again, the Irwin/Williford tag team comedy bits in this production were often side-splitting, and I could not have loved their "charades" bit more.
Omozé Idenhenre, who was an absolute force in last year's Caucasian Chalk Circle makes a brief appearance as yet another servant. Unfortunately, I think the sum total of her lines could have been written on the back of an envelope.
Of course, half of what we love about the Out with ACT nights is the reception. And Kevin and I always seem to be the last to leave. But we do love the refreshments and chatting up fun theater friends—old and new acquaintances—and chatting up the cast.
It was a treat to meet and greet with the ringleader of this circus Bill Irwin, and while Randy was introducing us, Kevin and I met our female theater counterparts, sort of the female versions of our Statler and Waldorf.
. Can you guess which one is the me?
Friday, October 01, 2010
keeping the F-U-N in it
Shilpa and I were down in Los Altos for a funeral this morning, and stopped for directions at the cemetery's office. Making our way through the curving roads, Shilpa gave me directions from their map: "We'll need to turn left next and pull over into the 'Saint Michael's Parking.' From there we will walk over to the 'Saint Peter's Graves' area."
My quiet response: "Do. Do. Doo doo. Do. Do. Doo doo."
I love that she followed that train of thought right to the station.
My quiet response: "Do. Do. Doo doo. Do. Do. Doo doo."
I love that she followed that train of thought right to the station.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
it may get better, but it is really bad for gay youth now
In case you missed it, there have been too many tragic suicides from anti-gay bullying this week. This newsletter e-mail sums it up pretty well and I thought it important to repost it here in case these events have not been on your radar.
I had an interesting conversation with a self-described "conservative Christian" last weekend and she lamented the popular view of "the church" as cruel and oppressive. The more I talked to her about her values, the more I was convinced that she is not conservative in the least, and that "Christian" and "compassionate" do not have to be mutually exclusive, and rather by definition and theology absolutely should not.
The real conservative Christians are contradictions in terms. It should not surprise my friend that mainstream Americans and liberals in general see organized Christianity in America as evil oppressors. There are many, many efforts aimed at stopping bullying, particularly anti-gay bullying in schools, and they are almost always thwarted by highly-organized and well-funded "Conservative Christian" organizations who devote ridiculous money and resources to keep bullying and abuse as a Christian right in schools. How could any one defend bullying and call themselves a Christian?
I don't know, but they do so with fists of cash in one hand, and a spiked cross in the other.
Christ is love and forgiveness, not judgment. It's pretty obvious that He would be against bullying, not hate any kid or man for being gay (as that is how His Father made them), and he certainly would not suggest spending millions on keeping gay kids beaten or gay adults from getting married. Hey, look over here: the poor, the suffering, the sick and the oppressed are everywhere. Lil' help? No? Tied up in political campaigns and demonization of love? Uh, not in MY name if you don't mind...
Here's the newsletter:
I had an interesting conversation with a self-described "conservative Christian" last weekend and she lamented the popular view of "the church" as cruel and oppressive. The more I talked to her about her values, the more I was convinced that she is not conservative in the least, and that "Christian" and "compassionate" do not have to be mutually exclusive, and rather by definition and theology absolutely should not.
The real conservative Christians are contradictions in terms. It should not surprise my friend that mainstream Americans and liberals in general see organized Christianity in America as evil oppressors. There are many, many efforts aimed at stopping bullying, particularly anti-gay bullying in schools, and they are almost always thwarted by highly-organized and well-funded "Conservative Christian" organizations who devote ridiculous money and resources to keep bullying and abuse as a Christian right in schools. How could any one defend bullying and call themselves a Christian?
I don't know, but they do so with fists of cash in one hand, and a spiked cross in the other.
Christ is love and forgiveness, not judgment. It's pretty obvious that He would be against bullying, not hate any kid or man for being gay (as that is how His Father made them), and he certainly would not suggest spending millions on keeping gay kids beaten or gay adults from getting married. Hey, look over here: the poor, the suffering, the sick and the oppressed are everywhere. Lil' help? No? Tied up in political campaigns and demonization of love? Uh, not in MY name if you don't mind...
Here's the newsletter:
We all know how much has changed for LGBTQ people in this country. And yet, just this month, we've had this tragic news about LGBTQ youth:
Tyler Clementi, a Rutgers freshman, jumped off a NYC bridge to his death this week after his roommate filmed him in a sexual encounter with a man and posted the clip:
link
Asher Brown, a 13-year-old in Houston, shot himself after years of anti-gay bullying:
link
Seth Walsh of Tehachapi, also 13, hung himself after years of anti-gay bullying, and just died after nine days on life support: link
Billy Lucas of Greensburg, Indiana, died at 15 after hanging himself in response to years of anti-gay bullying: link
Against this backdrop, we learned this week that the Assistant Attorney General of Wisconsin is making vicious personal attacks on the University of Michigan's openly gay student assembly president: link
News items like these remind me how much has changed in some ways, how little in other ways, and how much remains to be done. I never hear stories like these without thinking of the classmate who, along with me, was the identified "homo" in our high school: after weeks of walking past students praying for us at the entrance to school, she shot herself in the head with a shotgun, suffering permanent damage. My memories of her, and of so many others, have helped fuel my years of work as an LGBT center director.
AT&T FAIL becomes its own meme
Sure, the knowledge of and frustration with AT&T's shitty coverage and service in SF is so pervasive as to become cliché, but the clever people at the True Sake shop in Hayes Valley have taken it another step, pushing it into the realm of the "What if Microsoft made cars" joke series.
Indicative of the meme: "If AT&T Made Sake…Your bottle would always look full, but your cup would always be empty."
Ha. I do love that.
Read more over at Laughing Squid.
(Photo by Todd Lapin via Flickr.)
Indicative of the meme: "If AT&T Made Sake…Your bottle would always look full, but your cup would always be empty."
Ha. I do love that.
Read more over at Laughing Squid.
(Photo by Todd Lapin via Flickr.)
when you wish upon a star
from Alert Reader and Man of Science Barney May: Check out National Ignition Facility and Photon Science "Bringing Star Power to Earth." Watch the video on their home page (it auto plays)
Laser Inertial Fusion Engine (LIFE)The NIF plans to focus a 192 of the strongest laser beams ever created onto a single hydrogen target about the size of a BB and ignite a sustainable fusion reaction. Pretty cool. Or hot, I suppose. Unless it ignites the planet's atmosphere or something else all sci-fi and scary. The LHC didn't create a world-eating black hole when it was fired up. Maybe this will just make popcorn one kernel at a time.
LIFE is an advanced energy concept under development at Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory. Based on physics and technology developed for the National Ignition Facility, LIFE has the potential to meet future worldwide energy needs in a safe, sustainable manner without carbon dioxide emissions.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
blessed be
Here is the video local awesome guy Matt Baume put together on Sunday afternoon. It's brief, bright, and well worth watching. I'm surprised at and proud of the number of friends I recognize in this video and it made me think how incredibly amazing my life is today. I never would have or even could have imagined a life so well lived as I was scared and hiding away in high school and college. That It Gets Better is true. But also, I think, it gets great.
just sinful
Sadly, this seems to be the typical Voice of Christianity in America today. I know good and loving Christians, but they seem to be an increasingly diminishing denomination, and also so very silent when the other flockers are so vociferous.
That this is posted on the heels of "kill the gays" evangelical legislation and "destroy the gays" DVDs produced by the Catholic church, is it any wonder gay kids are killing themselves, or that their tormentors are inspired to bully them to death?
"Christianists" have discovered the It Gets Better project, and are condemning scared gay kids to hell and eternal torment.
Presumably, because that's what Jesus would do.
That this is posted on the heels of "kill the gays" evangelical legislation and "destroy the gays" DVDs produced by the Catholic church, is it any wonder gay kids are killing themselves, or that their tormentors are inspired to bully them to death?
"Christianists" have discovered the It Gets Better project, and are condemning scared gay kids to hell and eternal torment.
Presumably, because that's what Jesus would do.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Look! Up in the air!
The Sci-Fi Air Show is the result of the passion and experience of Friend of the Blog Bill George:
People have asked me why I’ve put all the effort and energy into this project. My answer is, “Because sometimes just loving something is not enough.”
Nerds, geeks, and all dreamers should rejoice.
well helloooo Dolly
Brain Farts' theme last night was Six Degrees of Dolly Parton, and with the Indian Summer Heat Wave it was 96 degrees in that bar. I didn't study up, but we still managed a respectable third place (losing our tie for second in the sudden death round).
Notable team names were: "Tranny Theme Park Dolly's Wood," "We Just Left Dollywood and Are Suffering from Post-Parton Depression," and simply "Boulder, Colorado."
It was a hot night for Testarossa 80s night at Trigger (with a lackluster Ghostbusters theme this time—I think they are running out of ideas). Oliver Twist was back in his booth with bright balloon creations and face/body painting. I realize I have not posted stories or photos from the Big Country 40th Party yet but I hired Oliver to paint tattoos at the birthday party and he was a HUGE hit. His first tatt' taker got a cool Koi, which fluoresced and sparkled remarkably in the black light. I was happy with whatever he wanted to work on and he offered a rose or banner tattoo, which I loved.
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Of course the name was my idea. Only real fags would get the joke. I sent this to Jeff M., who's muscled canvas was missing from our 80s night last night. Jeff got the anchor last time. He loved my Rose Nylund and replied "OMG that cracks me up! There need to be more GG themed tattoos in the world."
Sadly, there are:
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Notable team names were: "Tranny Theme Park Dolly's Wood," "We Just Left Dollywood and Are Suffering from Post-Parton Depression," and simply "Boulder, Colorado."
It was a hot night for Testarossa 80s night at Trigger (with a lackluster Ghostbusters theme this time—I think they are running out of ideas). Oliver Twist was back in his booth with bright balloon creations and face/body painting. I realize I have not posted stories or photos from the Big Country 40th Party yet but I hired Oliver to paint tattoos at the birthday party and he was a HUGE hit. His first tatt' taker got a cool Koi, which fluoresced and sparkled remarkably in the black light. I was happy with whatever he wanted to work on and he offered a rose or banner tattoo, which I loved.
. Of course the name was my idea. Only real fags would get the joke. I sent this to Jeff M., who's muscled canvas was missing from our 80s night last night. Jeff got the anchor last time. He loved my Rose Nylund and replied "OMG that cracks me up! There need to be more GG themed tattoos in the world."
Sadly, there are:
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Monday, September 27, 2010
Folsom scenes
I didn't take any photos at Folsom this year. Come to think of it, I don't think I've taken any photos at Folsom in years. As I said yesterday, "That's what Flickr is for."
I would like to have pics of me and my friends, or scenes particularly worth commentary, but sometimes these scenes are just best left to the professionals, like certain Friends of the Blog. (Photos likely restricted based on your own "safety" filter settings. If you don't want to look at photos of fetish play or good clean adult fun, then don't. It's really that simple. It's all on you.)
I would like to have pics of me and my friends, or scenes particularly worth commentary, but sometimes these scenes are just best left to the professionals, like certain Friends of the Blog. (Photos likely restricted based on your own "safety" filter settings. If you don't want to look at photos of fetish play or good clean adult fun, then don't. It's really that simple. It's all on you.)
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