Who wants to go to Bloomington? We’re planning to leave early Saturday and come home late Sunday. We’ll split gas and you have a place to sleep. Call me or leave a comment if you want to come along.
Archive for April 16, 2009
Rock ‘n’ Roll Prom
Posted in Uncategorized with tags Bloomington, Boxcar Books, road trip on April 16, 2009 by blackcloudphotoOld-ass BMXers
Posted in two wheelers on April 16, 2009 by blackcloudphoto
Here’s a trailer for the documentary “I Love My Bicycle: The Story of FBM Bikes.” I have a bad obsession with collecting BMX videos (probably over 200 by now), and I couldn’t be more excited to learn about this release.
I’ve been riding an FBM for almost three years (used to switch frames every two years), and I can say I’ll never ride another company. Should have always rode their products because Albert Street was the first video I saw. Seriously, stop what you’re doing and click here to watch this.
Another link that relates (to this post and how I’ve been feeling lately) is this one about old-ass BMXers. Are Milfs the new ramp tramp?
Faggot @ Carabar, 4.12.2009
Posted in Columbus, punk with tags Carabar, Faggot on April 16, 2009 by blackcloudphoto
I’ve lived in the heart of the Short North, wandered the streets of Provincetown summer after summer, and once saw a burlesque show in New York that featured a gay man in a wedding dress get married to a dildo. When it was time for the groom to kiss the bride he deep throated the sex toy. At the end he turned around with “I” written on one butt cheek and “do” on the other. He then preceded to bury the dildo up his ass on stage. I guess that represented the honeymoon.
Last night’s performance by Faggot at Carabar, however, was by far the gayest thing I’ve ever witnessed. Shocking, perverted, vulgar. Everyone seemed to be into the performance. I was surprised some regulars or average joes walking in off the street weren’t mortified to watch local musicians turn into sex slaves (one with the words “cum dumpster” written on their chest) crowd surface on top of naked, smelly and sweaty men or dancers gyrate around stage dry humping and grabbing at anything vaguely resembling a penis.
A pretty brunette that had been making eyes at me during their entire set finally leaned in with her lips near my ear. Had the blatant acts of sexual freedom inspired her to make a move?
“This is the most fucked up shit I’ve ever seen,” she said turning back to take in the scene wide eyed.
