Phallic Friday (LOC)

Not that long ago, I discovered that the Library of Congress has a Flickr photostream. No shit. The Library of Congress has started posting its vast collection of historic, public domain photos on Flickr, God bless ‘em!

 Ted Easterly, Cleveland, Alabama

They haven’t gotten very far, and the subjects are all over the map. But still, it’s already an Americana extravaganza. Suffragettes, Presidential processions, bareknuckle boxers, and all sorts of other sports figures, including the rather, ahem, cocky baseball player above who’s obviously very confident with his big bat.

I’ve also run across other people who have started collecting LOC photos on their own flickr pages, like this guy who has assembled hundreds of bike-related images, such as the ones below. (Bikes are phallic. Right?)

And I couldn’t resist this photo in particular. It’s a boy standing next to his bike and smoking a pipe. I wish I could muster half the dash and effortless savoir faire as that kid. Some people have just got it.

Men Who Look Like Old Lesbians

I do believe the title of this blog says it all: Men Who Look Like Old Lesbians.

Matthew McConaughey, Paul McCartney, Bruce Jenner, Jack White, Stephen King — you’d be surprised who makes the list and how much they deserve to be on it. All men (and for that matter, all old lesbians) should study this site and learn to recognize the warning signs. You may be okay with the fact that your testosterone level is now typical of the opposite gender, but do you really want to advertise it?

Exactitudes

Think you’re special?

Then maybe you should check out Exactitudes, a website about a book about a portrait series by two Dutch photographers who “provide an almost scientific, anthropological record of people’s attempts to distinguish themselves from others by assuming a group identity.” It’s compelling.

Even though they’re actually from Rotterdam, I found a lot of typical Portlanders — “Ecopunks,” “Dreads,” and “Emos.” Those looks are international, apparently.

I also found my father, my mother, and my sister. One type I couldn’t find, though, was my own. Seems like I really am incredibly unique. But honestly now, wasn’t that a foregone conclusion?

International Mister Leather

Sometimes the world is really a very small place.

A long while ago, a friend of mine in New York sent me a link to a blog written by this young guy in L.A.. He wrote simply that it might interest me, and it did. Eventually, I blogged about one of that L.A. guy’s blog entries, and in due course, he sent me a short message about it. That was last October.

So right now, Mike, one of my Portland friends, is down in L.A. working on a movie set for a few weeks. Tonight, he saw me online and chatted a little, then sent me a link to some photos of the production. When I clicked, I realized it was that same L.A. kid’s blog, and I mentioned that I knew who he was. Mike said, “Graham?” And I said yes, that’s the guy. They’re working on the same movie. Small fucking world, huh?

When I checked out the blog entry with all the photos, Mike’s picture was down at the bottom. (He’s the one weilding a knife.) It wasn’t ’til I had seen it several times that I realized that, hey, he’s wearing my tee-shirt, the one that I’ve had for ten years because it fits so well, the one I wear as a joke because across the front it says “International Mister Leather.”

You Are Beautiful

You’ve seen the stickers. Now see the website.

 Portland

 Philadelphia

If you send them a self-addressed, stamped envelope, they’ll mail you stickers for free. Be the first on your block. Or the tenth. Whatever.

Hot Coffee

Just posted at PostSecret, one of my favorite sentiments of late:

“Your non fat sugar free 2 pump vanilla 1 pump caramel no foam extra hot latte is not a matter of life or death.”

And that goes for SO much else, too.