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On a bright and breezy Sunday I slammed into the whooptie* and shattered the silence of the canyon. A whole-hearted expletive was crushed short by the sound of a 1988 Honda impacting the desert landscape, rider akimbo. Sound is such a tenuous thing, and died a quick death against the powdered talc and rotten slate [...]

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Three

On Sept. 2, 2005, I excitedly took my seat next to my best friend Megan in that stuffy lecture hall at the Hogeschool van Utrecht for our international student orientation. We were coming off of an extreme high from spending a few months indulging in days hungover in magazine offices with Starbucks and cupcakes getting [...]

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Signs I Might Have Something to Worry About

SVV: I don’t like how shiny L’Occitane makes my skin. Other “products” just don’t seem to do that. Me: Um… I feel like this conversation was taken directly from Esquire’s “Gay or…?” page. What’s more disturbing: The mere fact that SVV notices a distinguishable difference in luxury bath goods or how he refers to it [...]

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After Scott moved into our South City pad last August and I followed in February, we finally got around to throwing together a housewarming barbecue over the weekend. Now, a bbq in the Bay Area is risky at any time of the year, because you never know if it’s going to be 40 degrees in [...]

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