




Once a legitimate blog. Now just a collection of memes 'n menz.






I dated this one back in the day—about a year after these photos were taken for his spread in MEN magazine. We even lived together briefly. Very briefly. About three weeks after he moved in with me, he met some floozy at The Midnight Sun and became as smitten with John as I had been with him. He moved out shortly thereafter, and while I ran into him occasionally around town during the months that followed, we never spoke again. When I run across his pictures on the internet like I did here, I wonder whatever ultimately became of him.
He has such a common name that even in our internet-connected age it would be all but impossible to track him down—not that I have any desire to.


And just in case you don’t believe me…


These were taken on Mt. Tamalpais shortly after we met and before he moved in and the ensuing drama occurred. I don’t remember much about this particular outing other than I was sick as a dog—but wasn’t going to let that get in the way of me spending time with him.
Michael Rose, aka “Justin Banks” is just one of several personal Tales of the City…
Maybe one of these days I’ll share them all.














Fuck.


But I’m still happy I chose to take the train to work today, for a variety of reasons…



And just so we’re clear here, he’s the one who moved. (Ostensibly to give up his seat to a family traveling together.)



Hello, Mr. Sims. Woof.

Looking for a bukakke boy?
Lots and lots of impure thoughts.










…a couple months ago with his “girlfriend.”

The face and the ink looked really familiar and after wracking my brain for the longest time (wondering at first if he were one of my regular readers) it finally dawned on me where I’d seen him.







People of Walmart indeed.

































Via.