







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






































Because why the hell not?












adjective |ˈpərfikt|
1 having all the required or desirable elements, qualities, or characteristics; as good as it is possible to be: she strove to be the perfect wife | life certainly isn’t perfect at the moment.• free from any flaw or defect in condition or quality; faultless: the equipment was in perfect condition.




Dan Gill. Woof.






…of many a lunch hour spent on the second floor of the Shaklee Building in San Francisco in the early 1990s.
Or so I’ve heard.


And quite nicely, from the looks of it.


Obviously I’m not the only one.




















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.


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








