Lovely People, lovely times. Spanish Banks, Vancouver, May 2013. Pictures by Ree. <3Not shown: excited puppy dog.
Also on this trip: Ree trying to arrange 3 of us into Orion’s belt for a photo, while Tiare was on the phone and wandering out of position.
May 16, 2013 at 10:59pm
I am super jazzed about direct sunlight in my room with the season change. Way to go, globe, tilting again.
Feeling a wee bit broody, so here’s a smirky smile for you. Also, I suspender-strapped my broken-fingered right hand to my chest because that was the only way I’d quit automatically using it and hurting more. It’s stangely calming. The little frog splint is kinda cute, hey. Oh Al’s adventures in metal-land. Sigh. Fer-fucks-sakes.
April 6, 2013 at 2:35pm
Clean up nice hey. Den of Sin offerings. This picture reminds me of that joyous youthful time when I first discovered subverting traditionally masculine formalwear. Before Tumblr when it all became commonplace. As it is I still enjoy dressing up de temps en temps.
[Photo: white young darkhaired person wearing a white shirt, suit vest, blue-teal multicoloured scarf wrapped around popped collar - think pseudo-victorian style. Reclining on a black couch, looking slightly down at the camera, laconic, curled fist.]
About a month old. My face and hair and self were doing good things so I took proof in some very bright lighting. Also I got that scarf from the punktravellerkid freebox, it has some sort of animal jaw on it.
Well I was just going to write “all grey and teal” but then thought y’all should have a photo so you see what I mean. Um, yeah, my face again, n my knee.
Clouds are breaking up a bit in my head, roommate and I are going to the arts youth centre to be youths and do art (screenprinting & sawpony painting).
I was such a cute little shit and I dint even know it at the time.
I went for many walks and I found this flower and I got sun on my arms and I took a photo and fucked around with the levels cuz I like doing that and now I should do real stuff kbye internet.
March 2, 2013 at 11:08pm
Going through my photos, I want to start an “Al and Tiare fanblog” because we’re the greatest. Conversations like “Y’know, I just like you more than anyone I’ve dated” and “I think I have the highest tolerance for your company, overall.”
[photoset of Al and Tiare from Al’s university grad day, in the parents’ front garden; the 3 pictures show Al picking Tiare up hearth-carrying-style and then promptly falling down comically.]
February 26, 2013 at 1:07am
Den of Sin: Preview
[photoset of two young queerdos, Al and Tiare in states of lace and badassery, weilding props such as scissors, lighters, harmonicas, and full ventilator facemasks.]
February 23, 2013 at 10:01pm
This sweater was in a box, so I wore it. To the party I also wore my veryshort-jeanshorts and navy waffle-weave longjohns. And my boots. Felt stylish and also like the 70s vomited on me. I’ve been feeling frumpy so I just said fuck it and embraced the frumpy ragamuffin inside.
February 22, 2013 at 12:01am
Sometimes I feel like a failure-anarchist because I can`t build the communites to sustain myself without using “the systems.” I`m like `what am I going to do when the revolution comes and everything is in transition. Here in the city of plenty I cannot even keep myself emotionally healthy.”
Talked to my mom today. She`s gonna look up counsellors. I`m crying a lot these days and it just goes on. But now with that phone call; relieved, because if there`s anyone who can hold me accountable, it`s my mom.
she said, “you come by it honestly”
Uh, plan of action is to make my lunch and go the fuck to sleep.
February 4, 2013 at 11:15pm
I must be feeling vain or something, I’ve been taking more shitty webcam pictures. This was in the Euro Cafe (which is not a very good or interesting cafe in the end), chilling doing computer stuff with Tiare. What kind of wankers photograph themselves in cafes anyways.
All my life, I’ve waited for someone to tell me that I look, just a little bit, like Hawksley Workman.
[Photo: black&white webcam shot, white kid, dark short-shaggy hair, tinted glasses, piercings, mug, perturbed-thoughtful expression of furrowed brow.]
I call this “come back to bed.” Too hot for facebook.
[webcam photo: lightskinned dark-haired person with friendly calm eyes, lazily slumped over a couch arm]