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365 Days of UNF: Day 167
Who Wants Cake?
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Logan McCree
I remember when Logan’s ink was so deliciously radical. Now it seems…commonplace.
Has anyone readĀ The Fourth Turning? Normalization of tattoo and other body art is one thing specifically cited as being an indicator that we are indeed deep in the throes of that generational changeover.
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Damn, Daddy
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So Much Talent Out There
Just Because
Triptych
365 Days of UNF: Day 166
365 Days of UNF: Day 196
365 Days of UNF: Day 165
Dessert Buffet
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Hey Daddy…
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365 Days of UNF: Day 164
Bruce Willis at His Finest

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365 Days of UNF: Day 163
Breathe Deeply
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Who Wants Cake?
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I Am Incorrigible
365 Days of UNF: Day 162
“Have You Ever Stolen From an Employer Before?”
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Oh My!
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365 Days of UNF: Day 161
This Reminds Me…
…of a boy who called San Francisco home at the same time I did.Ā For all I know this is the boy, as the vintage of the photoānot to mention that ‘stacheācertainly seems on point.Ā For the longest time I only referred to him as “Mr. Mustache” (for obvious reasons).
The night before the gay parade in 1988 I spotted him wander into The Detour as I was walking up Market Street. The Detour wasn’t really my cup of tea, but I followed him in and after he’d made a circuit around the bar, he turned around and left. I don’t know if he was looking for someone specifically, or if no one piqued his interest.
Undeterred, I also left the bar and followed him further up Market to where he’d parked his car. As he was walking a couple guys passed him and yelled, “Hey Chuck!”
Chuck. I could finally attach a name to the boy.
I ran into him again later that summer atāof all placesāThe Whispering Bushes at the end of Golden Gate Park. We didn’t hook up, but we started talking as we walked along the main path and ended up crossing the Great Highway to sit on the sea wall bordering Ocean Beach to watch the sun set. As I recall he was having boyfriend problems and just needed someone to talk to. I obliged.
After the sun slipped under the horizon he thanked me for listening, and said he needed to get home. We exchanged names but not phone numbers, and never did hook upāalthough afterward he always greeted me with a warm smile whenever our paths crossed.
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365 Days of UNF: Day 160
Gym Buds
One of My Early Celebrity Crushes

My folks couldn’t understand why I was always so interested in watching this medical drama…
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What Are You Waiting For?
Hey Baby…
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I Would Expect Nothing Less
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