clothes and value and other anniversary type ramblings

I forgot to mention my LJ anniversary at the start of October, six years, but really, I am closer to a better date to mark: three years ago this week, I made my first Sunday Style entry. I think they lasted for about a year and a half before most everything of what I posted […]

more buttons

Cut, re-matched, and sewn with high-contrast matchy-matchy thread:

argyle-a-go-go and other stories of a clotheshorse

Today, I am playing hooky of sorts: the alternator in my car crapped out over the weekend and it is in the shop getting repaired today, leaving me abandond at home, too far from work to manage the trip. So, what better time to catch up on my poor, neglected journal… I have recently both […]

the glitter, it burns

I occasionally wonder of the source of my distaste and poor response to silly little gay boys when I encounter them in the bars. I do consider whether my response is bigotry of some sort or some sensible response to as-yet unknown data. Then, most often, I am vindicated. Take last night for an example: […]

Protected: the harness tying daddy

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Protected: weekend opener at camp

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post-camp note

I should make a note to engage in more overwhelming and intense activities at camp next year, so I can return home with huge amounts of processing and not be so instantly reminded of how incredibly lonely I am for such brotherhood in my everyday life…

post-camp processing

My brain doesn’t want to move on, and doesn’t want to release. I feel stuck. I can say that what I linger on is not severe or heavy or unravelling; it simply is, and it is sticky. I would be mostly okay with it hanging around for a bit, even if it isn’t all good. […]

Protected: sent off to camp

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Protected: a close call…

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