My genes.
March 11th, 2010
This is my nephew. He isn’t adorable at alllllllllll. Annnnnd. My brother used to wear that. I’d like to put em side-by-side, a la US Weekly, posing the question, who wore it best. I bet lil Sawyer’d win. Sorry, Clay-boy.
This is about:
Figures.
March 5th, 2010
This is the second in a week of hypocritical homophobes caught being self-loathing gays.
These two stories are so sad. The fact that the people fighting against gay rights so vehemently seem to have their own Liberace-inspired skeleton in their closet. I mean, the vatican has an underground ring of gay prostitution? Organized by guys waaaaaay high up. The same guys so high up with their “God Hates Fags” banners flying. And this gay California senator seen frolicking and cock-licking has voted against gay rights every chance he’s had. It’s just sad. Maybe it’s society, we with our normative pressure for all to fall in line or be, gasp, WEIRD. Different. If these guys had half as much balls as they’re putting on their faces, they’d be out, proud, and fighting for gay rights. Because, well, they’re all a bunch of homos.
This is about:
Saw art last night.
March 5th, 2010
It was in a hair salon and it was by Jen Rische and I went with a friend and we both told Jen that she was one of our favorite painters in this town.
She sold this before I could buy it.
