Once a year, usually during Wintertime, I chop my hair and form imperfect bangs, that I always like better as they grow longer. You can see Blue Thunder's gigantic blue butt in the background of this picture. It decided to stall out on Mr. Curry yesterday as he was taking Ian to his mom.
Old trucks are so cool and such a pain in the rear. Do you see those hands Mr. Curry is wrapping around me? Those hands are my favoritest (yes spell check, favoritest is a word) hands ever. Those hands smell so good, like oil and dirt and work, and they are large and capable and rough and yet have a touch so full of tenderness it can still bring tears to my eyes. Don't you love hard working hands full of love?
Also:
For World AIDS day, please take the time to go and read THIS amazing poem by Collin Kelley. It is a brutal and unflinching look at homophobia and AIDS, written with intelligence and soberly recounted, keen observations.
