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This is a shot of my buddy Kezi for her burgeoning DJ career. We're making use of the set of "The Hulk 2: Hulk Make Not Suck This Time". There's a pic of me particularly somewhere but mostly I was holding up flashes and umbrellas because it was all at night.
More pics of the movie set and the shoot here.
Oct. 11th, 2007
24th and Alabama
Oct. 11th, 2007 03:48 pm
Huw and I got wicked burritos and horchata at El Farolito in the Mission.
Painted on a wall nearby was this Western Union Mastercard. Which, if the world ends tomorrow, will hopefully confuse the shit out of the ape historian who discovers it.
Gay! Gay! Gaaaaay!
Oct. 11th, 2007 05:01 pmOh goodness yes, it’s that time for our coming out stories!
My coming out was pretty simple. A few situations came together at once to ease my transition from unhappy closet case to rod-sucking newly minted bear gay. But I had to do it twice.
Far back in the day when my Weird Closet Case Step Dad was still around I told Mom that I had to have a Very Important Talk with her. It had been protocol in those days that if either my brother or I had an issue to talk with her about she’d treat us to oh-so-Hamiltonian Tim Horton’s coffee and Tim Bits.
There I was by the dash of Mom’s 1989 Toyota Corolla, extra large double double in hand and a pad of sugary sweet donuts I told her something really simple… in not so simple language 16-year-old language. I can remember it pretty clearly.
“I think, wait, I know that I think that I might be attracted to… you know… guys.”
( Cut for your pleasure )
My coming out was pretty simple. A few situations came together at once to ease my transition from unhappy closet case to rod-sucking newly minted bear gay. But I had to do it twice.
Far back in the day when my Weird Closet Case Step Dad was still around I told Mom that I had to have a Very Important Talk with her. It had been protocol in those days that if either my brother or I had an issue to talk with her about she’d treat us to oh-so-Hamiltonian Tim Horton’s coffee and Tim Bits.
There I was by the dash of Mom’s 1989 Toyota Corolla, extra large double double in hand and a pad of sugary sweet donuts I told her something really simple… in not so simple language 16-year-old language. I can remember it pretty clearly.
“I think, wait, I know that I think that I might be attracted to… you know… guys.”
( Cut for your pleasure )