Folsom is the only reason I’m dragging myself to the gym this week.

Dore weekend

The lighting designer for this hotel most definitely did not account for the needs of the modern homosexual.

New year, same me, I guess

My (American) aunt introduced Christmas crackers at our holiday gatherings a decade or so ago. Without fail, my family consistently calls them “poppers”, saying things like, “Is it time to do poppers yet?” and, “I LOVE doing poppers!” And I do my best to hold in my laughter at their sweet innocence.

Borrowed a friend’s jockstrap

Turns out my previous internet slut post wasn’t my last.

First internet slut post. Possibly last. We’ll see.