Month: December 2021

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This is funny because I always used to give my dad a hard time about his monochromatic wardrobe, but if you look in my closet now, you'll encounter a sea of black polos. They have a ton of different logos, but they're all still black…

And yes, I do have a rainbow of other polos as well; it's just I have way more black ones than anything else.

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Clearly.

Manscent seems to turn off women but seems to bone up other men. Why would nature make it so? It's no perversion; the universe clearly intends men to have sex with other men.

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Las Noches De Las Luminarias

Otherwise known as, "Date Night!"

Las Noches De Las Luminarias is something the Desert Botanical Garden does every year, although Ben and I hadn't been since 2009. This year we decided to eschew exchanging gifts (we both have everything we want or need materially at the moment), but decided to make Luminarias a shared gift. (We're also returning in March to capture the ongoing Chihuly exhibition at "golden hour.")

I just got a new phone, and figured this would be an excellent opportunity to put its camera to the test. It didn't disappoint.

(This is the best of literally a dozen shots we attempted of the two of us together.)

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I Know a Lot of People…

…swoon over Robert Pattinson, but he's never elicited such a reaction in me. To my eye, he's one of those guys who can be sexy as fuck one moment and look like Quasimodo's brother the next. I will admit, however, that as he's gotten older he's falling more in more into that former category, as these pics below attest.

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Temporal asphyxiation has been the dark ill of recent years. Inadequacy, anxiety and panic pervade existence. And existence is condemned to fear of the moment to come—a moment has already melted away even as it looms over us. It's not only that we are unable to stop: we are also incapable of dwelling in a time where we no longer find any shelter. Every moment is now uninhabitable.

Time seems to have been eaten up even before it has been granted to us. We are on an escalator descending ever more quickly-and we have to
run up the steps to avoid the abyss. Improvised, fictitious escapes, private revolts and minor boycotts serve little purpose—and we often pay dearly
for them. Oases of deceleration and slowdown strategies are nothing but palliatives. ~ Donatella Di Cesare