These are two letters out of an entire filthy alphabet. Guess which they are.
also remember that pretty pretty man, you’ll see him again
Me & Angus made a pinhole camera to watch the solar eclipse this evening. I really like how this shot gets both the eclipse and my “holy” tattoo.
More pix soon. What a lovely evening.
(See also? It is nice to have my beau back in town from the prairie. I missed you, Fella.)
I grew up a block away from this magical place. I called it “Mount Orizaba” as a teenager because it’s right at the very highest point of Orizaba Street (which is a serious fucking hill). You can sit up on this rock & get a panoramic view of the entire city of San Francisco. I used to go sit here for hours as a young’un, watching the city, writing, escaping. Me & The Boyfriend went here yesterday and he snapped this photo of me. It was hard not to feel 16 in that moment. Some things never change, I guess.
Also, according to Google, Mount Orizaba is also known as the Lakeview & Ashton Mini-Park. Who knew?
Things that are great about renting a car for Easter weekend with your sweetie
Things that are great about renting a car for Easter weekend with your sweetie:
+ Zipping through the Bay Area suburbia of your early childhood and playing tour guide.
+ Not being reliant on public transit to get you out of family functions that are faraway from your house.
+ Realizing once you leave said family function that neither you nor your sweetheart have ever been to a drive-in movie. Looking up drive-ins in the Bay Area, just ‘cause. Going to a late-night $7 double-feature show at a drive-in in Concord, even though it’s kinda far away. Because fuck it, you are IN A CAR and you have that magical ability.
+ Also, it doesn’t matter if the first movie is TERRIBLE and you only stay for one. The point is not so much the movie. The point is the drive-in.
+ The adorable gay 17 y/o drive-in attendant with the eyebrow ring.
+ Drive-thru milkshakes.
+ Car make-outs.
All of which is to say that yeah, maybe it is time I finally learned how to drive.
Okay so yeah this is pretty much my sexuality right here
Run while you still can
(bonus points if you can read the first line of the story there on the next page)
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Mike & mute mick are going to mass even though mick is really too drunk to even cross himself properly
uuuugh, my heart! so many feels! so good!!!
(i am admittedly very biased as i am schtupping the illustrator, but dude, still! THE FEELINGS, I HAZ THEM.)
I have not forgotten you, sketchblog! I am just busy with the whole life thing. But that doesn’t mean I’m not drawing…
txt msg conversation with the boyfriend
Him: I've acquired some ground turkey & am wondering what you'd do if you were cooking dinner with it?
Me: RED SAUCE. RED SAUCE RED SAUCE RED SAUCE.
Him: Yeah? You wanna shoot a recipe my way?
Me: I'm realizing I do red sauce more by feel than by recipe. You wanna cook some together on our next date? I can teach you my Italian ways.
And then I was like, wow, did I really just type that sentence? Yes, I did.
P.S. -- Part III (of IV) of the root canal went FINE! Minimal mouth pain, yay!
bah humbug.
Home sick. On the night of the Why Are Faggots So Afraid of Faggots launch. I wish I could be there, but going out & trying to do a reading while I feel this cruddy would be hella dumb for my health. Grumble, grumble.
Gonna make a big pot of soup & keep hunkering down & see if that kills this nasty bug.
(This also makes me extra-glad that me & The Boy postponed Valentine’s plans due to his work schedule & my peformance/writing/school schedule. To paraphrase Jos — neither of us like heteronormativity or consumerism, but we both enjoy fancy dinner, dressing up, & chocolate. Once I am better from this, ALL OF THE ABOVE are happening.)
Pix from my GLAM BREAKFAST on Lazy Sunday. I made magic with some chevre, arugula, & eggs, and Angus gave me the mug as my birthday gift — “Because it’s perfect for you, but you’d never actually buy it for yourself.” He knows me well.
I live a good life.
i am the luckiest girl
Oh wow, but I had the sweetest birthday. Lots of love from lots of beloveds. So much exquisite food. Hot birthday sex. And The Boyfriend took me to The Queerest Restaurant in North Beach, and brought me a tiny heart-shaped Boston creme pie from the bakery where he works, and a bouquet of roses & stargazer lillies (my favorite flower). The lillies are currently making my apartment smell like Heaven.
Tomorrow I have to get Part 2 (of 3) of my Root Canal, but all in all? Life is very, very good to me right now.
