Amstel Hotel, Amsterdam, 1989. Stumbled out of the closet after 40 years of repression. This blog is dedicated to that day. Original photography, New York, men, random thoughts.
If you're running (or bystanding) through densely populated residential neighborhoods screaming your lungs out on an early Sunday morning, you are not a hero of fitness or any cause. You are a rude, sociopathic, narcissitic asshole.
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