As is my tradition…
"Squirrel!"
I Am Incorrigible
365 Days of UNF: November 28th
A Certain Aesthetic
Literal Nazi Propaganda
The More You Know
Ya Think?!
Quitting Time on a Wednesday Before a Four-Day Weekend
Still Waiting For The Future We Were Promised in 1968
Do You Want To Say It Or Should I?
Hi Josh…
Triptych
Boys Will Be Boys
It's Fake, But I Still Threw Up a Little in My Mouth
Submitted Without Comment
Nostalgia: It's a Hell of a Drug
Mark My Words, These Are Going to Come in Handy
I bought a couple sheets of them here.
If Anyone's Face Needs to Make Hard Contact With a Metal Folding Chair, it's This Asshole.
Wednesday Morning Tunes
MAGA
The thought occurred to me the other day that MAGA by and large, exists solely for the purpose of airing grievances and "owning the libs". Have you ever heard of a single MAGAT expressing  simple, unbridled joy in their life except when they're causing pain and suffering to another human being?
And I think that's what separates us from them. Even in these dark days, we are celebrating and defending our diversity; we still celebrate those amsll moments of joy we find in our lives that have nothing to do with hurting others or making their lives worse.
What absolute joyless, soulless nightmares MAGA lives must be. 45 gave them a voice, but what has it gotten them? Are they happier now? I have a feeling that now that they have what they so fervently hoped for, those lives are going to get a whole lot worse—and they'll have no one to blame but themselves.
Get In There
Mitch
AKA aka Joe Mario; seems to be just the one photo session that I can ascertain, and the pics show up in 2 magazines – Magazine #1 from 1978; he's the cover model and there's a 16 page spread of him, solo – Joe Mario. Also appears in Champs #1, published in 1981, same set of images, just 7 pages, and he's "Mitch." I wouldn't be surprised if he made it into a Honcho or Mandate between '78 and '82, but I would be surprised if we find an image not included in these 2 magazines already.
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Once upon a time, I had this magazine, and believe me, it was well-used. Picture it, 1978, any gay bar in America. This was the archetype we—or at least I—ascribed to and simultaneously got my motor running. To this day, that remains true, and while I love, love, love beards, I am also so happy to see 'staches making a comeback.