It Never Changes

Jamie sent me these yesterday.

They were snapped at her wedding reception, which took place at a lodge on a mountaintop in Oregon on the first day of June. Initially I looked at the pictures and thought “My head looks huge and shiny, probably cuz my shirt’s so tiny.” (Yeah, I think in rhymes, what up?) But someday, likely far sooner than I can even fathom now, I’ll look at them and think “Wow, I had hair! And teeth! And no gut! And oh my goodness that baby blue suit! God I loved that suit! I got it on that rainy day shopping adventure in London with Bevan and Chris! And there’s Jeremy and Saph! Goodness it’s been forever! I really should give them a call!”

I also appreciate how well the photos capture Bevan, like really capture him, even though they only show part of his face. When he and I are on a dance floor together, any dance floor, he gets this full-body smile and I can tell, even without seeing it, that he’s wearing it in those pictures, that smile he reserves just for me.

I guess what I’m trying to say is this:

“The best thing about a picture is that it never changes, even when the people in it do.”
Andy Warhol

Also, I don’t have a butt. I’m saying that, too.

Too, Well, Common

I just finished my second queer memoir of Pride Month—I Am Not Myself These Days by Josh Kilmer-Purcell—and below is my favorite passage.

I try to make myself realize that I have learned the difference between right and wrong. That there is such a thing as right and wrong. But instead I’ve learned that these are things—this “right,” this “wrong”—these are things that we are told. Simply told to believe. These are things we have not tested. And while most of the things we are told may be true, it is not until we have tested them, taunted them, flaunted them, that we truly know they are right. Or wrong. Or true. Or false. Or somewhere in-the-fucking-between. And I think I know now a little better which is which. And I also know I’ll never quit testing this world. I’ll never rely on common knowledge. Or common denominators. Or even common sense, for that matter. To do so would be too, well, common.