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7 Shots: Of Shade

27 Thursday Mar 2014

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I’m beginning to think that salty old cuss I met in Penang who represented himself as a professional photographer was less of a camera buff and more of a mind-fucker extraordinaire. His advice that all one needed to take were seven shots of . . . well, he never quite qualified that little detail. But he was adamant about the quantity. That seemed too restrictive of a rule to me then, and it still does today. But it still sticks in my mind. The bastard. There’s a good reason your mother told you to never talk to strangers.

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My 7 Shots series of posts was supposed to pay homage to that ideal. And provide me with an excuse to post some of my travel shots. Not to mention make for a quick and easy article. Today’s started off being a selection of photos from my (far too many) visits to the Umbrella Village in Chiang Mai. A major part of any Handcraft Tour, it’s one of those things you are supposed to do as a touri there. Kinda liked visiting an elephant camp and taking a ride. Neither quite measures up to the hype. But both provide lots of good photo ops. I probably should have gone with the elephants.

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One thing leads to another and the umbrella idea quickly turned into tons of photos from SE Asia, all featuring an umbrella. Mad dogs and Englishman aside, I never considered how ubiquitous umbrellas are in the region. Even when it is not the rainy season. Photography-wise, I have enough shots to do seven posts of umbrellas alone. Which you probably should take as a warning.

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Today’s ended up with a photo from Chiang Mai, Bangkok, Bali, Phnom Penh, Angkor Wat, and Luang Prabang (in that order if ya needed to know). If that bastard had allowed for eight, there’d be one from Phuket too. But hey, I’ve got at least six more 7 Shots posts to go. So stay tuned.

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Now if I can just find an Ubiquitous Plastic Stool Shot! with an umbrella in it my life will be complete. Throw in a monk and I’d never have to post under this heading again.

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7 Shots: The Best Of The Best – #5

29 Wednesday Jan 2014

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7 shots best 1 #5

I’ve never quite got that Bali as a mystical, magical, paradise thingy. Perhaps if you never saw Kuta, totally avoided every touri attraction, and somehow managed to avoid meeting any locals that’d hold true. Maybe. Not that that doesn’t mean Bali doesn’t have its good points too. Like the never-ending parade of eye candy on its beaches. If you like drunk Aussie boys – and who doesn’t – you can wait until late afternoon when they finally make it to the sun and sand part of their holiday. Or you can start your day off with a cup of joe and watch the beach boy / chair concessionaires get ready for the day. Which should put you and your best buddy in the proper frame of mind to hit on some of those drunk Aussie boys when they finally make an appearance.

I took some cool shots in Bali over my numerous visits, some of the tourist attractions – despite the island’s numerous faults it can be picturesque – some of the locals I didn’t manage to avoid meeting. I didn’t get a shot of the humongous serial killer spider that left me quaking like a little girl one night in my hotel room, or that would probably have been today’s shot instead. But while I don’t consider myself a full-fledged sex touri, I do dabble (often) and many of my fondest memories of the island are of the guys I met there. Which usually started on the beach. So having decided the Best Of The Best 7 Shots means those photographs that immediately transport you back to a time and place and stir your memories of a trip, this one seems a natural for Bali. Maybe when I do a 7 Shots: Bali post some of those photos will not be of male flesh.

There are three kinds of guys you meet in Bali (assuming ‘meet’ is about meat). The aforementioned drunk straight Aussie boys who always seem willing to ignore their heterosexuality while on holiday, Indonesian guys who have moved to Bali to make money off of the touri in any illegal way possible, and local Balinese boys, most of whom share the trait of the gay but closeted boys of Hawaii – they are horny, want to get laid, but are scared to death someone they know will catch them at it. It’s that last group that this photo reminds me of. Well, it reminds me of lazy afternoons idly watching the beach boys ply their trade too, but it’s the blurred motion of one who almost got away in this shot that brings back memories of the local guys I did manage to snag before they could scurry off. And when you do manage that feat, those guys, with their pent-up sexual frustrations, just explode. Huh. So maybe that’s what that Bali as a mystical, magical, paradise thingy is really all about.

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7 Shots: The Best Of The Best – #2

23 Thursday Jan 2014

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7 shots best 1 #2

“A seven part series of my best photographs from SE Asia will make for seven easy posts,” said I. Huh. ‘Best’ may not have been the ideal word to use. At first glance it appears definitive. Until you start trying to pick out those shots from the thousands you have to choose from. Then ‘best’ quickly becomes the four letter word that it is.

How do you define ‘best’? From a photographic standpoint, meaning composition, lighting, choice of depth of field, etc.? Or do you go with subject matter? Or personal favorites? Do you limit the number from any one country? And what do you do when far too many of those that might make the final cut feature saffron? What seemed to be an easy task has become a time consuming one. And I still haven’t decided what qualifies as ‘best’. I have decided, however, a much as I want to include a photo of Noom in all his glory, that photo probably doesn’t belong on my ‘best’ list. I think.

The first shot I posted was an easy choice. The second, not so much. So I’m taking the easy way out and including one from the unfortunate incident that started out my obsession with this 7 shots thingy. It is the photo I was taking when that bastard responsible for this problem accosted me on the streets of Penang. And, maybe, it helps me to define what should qualify as ‘best’ to boot.

Travel photography, when you are not shooting for National Geographic – which if I recall from my childhood should always include photos of indigenous women’s naked breasts – should be evocative of time and place; years later when you look at a photo it should immediately remind you of that trip, where you were, and the things that made that holiday memorable. In that light, your ‘best’ shots may not be perfectly composed. The subject matter may not mean much to anyone else. No problemo. ‘Cuz it’s about you. And your holiday. And who wants to look at women’s naked breasts anyway?

The streets of Georgetown are a photographer’s wet dream to begin with. Filled with colonial architecture painted in vivid, but often faded, tropical hues and populated by a citizenry in a melting pot of native garb, everywhere you point you camera there is a gem to behold. Unique to the area are these small family shrines mounted to the crumbling support pillars that – you hope – keep the ancient walkway coverings in place above your head. A photo of any one of them immediately reminds me of Penang. And this one immediately reminds me of that aforementioned bastard. Along with several other ancient souls who I met on my early morning walks during that trip.

I didn’t take a photo of said bastard, though I can still picture him in my mind. Perhaps his photo would have even been a better vehicle for stirring that particular memory, though considering the trauma our encounter inflicted on my photographer’s soul I think it would have qualified as ‘worse’ instead of ‘best’. But then, personally, I prefer shots that stir my memories rather than direct them toward a specific event. A subtle hint works better than a bitch slap upside the head. This one does bring our encounter to mind, but then my thoughts move on to other people I met on that trip, other things I saw and experienced, and other events, whether I managed to capture those on film or not.

So maybe that’s what qualifies as ‘best’. I took a lot of great shots during that trip. Many I am quite fond of. But this one transports me back to that holiday, as a whole, better than any of the others. And I don’t need six more shots to accomplish that task. Huh. So maybe that shot of Noom will make it to my Best of the Best 7 Shots posts after all.

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I Fell In Love With A Bar Boy: Worms Are For The Birds

07 Thursday Nov 2013

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An apple a day keeps the doctor away.

An apple a day keeps the doctor away.

Old Ben Franklin is an impressive historical figure. An inventor, scientist, diplomat, legislator, and one of our country’s founding fathers, Ben is credited with inventing the lightning rod, bifocals, the Franklin stove, and even the odometer. Ben also created the urinary catheter, but you don’t hear much about that. He’s also well known for his witticisms, many of which are still quoted today. He was in fact so prolific in coming up with aphorisms full of wisdom, you have to suspect whenever old Ben walked into a room, there was a lot of eye rolling going on and a large portion of the gathering suddenly found themselves in need of seeing a man about a horse or remembering an equally pressing engagement they had to rush off to.

We all owe Ben a tip of the hat for identifying the wonders of positive and negative electricity. Unfortunately he also came up with the saying “early to bed early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise’. And for that one, many wish Ben had fried his ass that stormy morning he was out flying his kite. Morning people love that quote and use it often to justify why they are up so early, cloaking themselves in ancient wisdom as though the rest of us really care. No one likes smug people. Especially at 6am. If you were truly wise, you’d know that. And if you are gonna start crowing about early birds getting the worm at me when the sun has barely opened its eyes, you’d better have already had your apple for the day too ‘cuz you are gonna need that protection. Or as Ben advised: When in doubt, don’t.

God made a farmer not so that the farmer could buy a Dodge Ram truck, but so that someone on his planet would be up at the crack of dawn. He came up with that sacrificial lamb so the rest of mankind could roll over and catch another few hours of sleep. The early bird gets the worm? Yup. Right. But only those the night owl couldn’t be bothered with. Enjoy your morning worm, I had mine late last night and found it floating at the bottom of a bottle of Tequila.

Meet the crack of dawn.

Meet the crack of dawn.

I’m a night owl. My day only begins before noon when I have no choice in the matter. And after flying through several time zones, an act that plays havoc with early birds’ circadian rhythms, I’m in sync with local time in Thailand and raring to go when the day begins. Which is around 8pm. The bars of Soi Twilight don’t get going until 10 o’clock, DJ Station isn’t happening until midnight, and there is no reason to go to G.O.D. until 2am. At the earliest. The only people who should get up at the crack of dawn in Bangkok are monks. And that’s because they aren’t allowed to go out and party the night before.

Not being a morning person, I’m not big on breakfasts either. But Thai bar boys – one of which usually wakes up next to me – are. Especially when they are free (the breakfast, not the bar boy). That means having to get up at the ungodly hour of ‘before 10am’ at most hotels in Thailand. The only saving grace to Tarntawan Place is they will serve you breakfast all day. With primarily a gay clientele, they know few of us want to face eggs of any sort bright and early in the day. Any hotel that claims to be gay-friendly that cuts off breakfast at 10am is obviously faking it and hasn’t a clue about what gay men visiting Thailand are up to. And it ain’t about rainbows. Just sayin’.

I’m not big on organized packaged tours either. There is plenty to see and do during a holiday, and ample modes of transportation to get there that you don’t need to subject yourself to spending the day packed into a bus with a bunch of other clueless farang being shepherded from one souvenir stand to the next. Fortunately those tours cater to the type of people who are proud of the worm they just ate. Even while ignoring the equally popular saying: a fool and his money are soon parted. Those tours always leave at just about the hour I’m finally drifting into blissful REM sleep. The bonus for me is that by the time I’ve decided it is time to start injecting caffeine into my system, all of those people whom I don’t want to associate with anyway are on their third or fourth souvenir stand of the day, leaving the hotel to those of us who realize 11:59 still qualifies as morning.

A job worth doing is worth doing well.

A job worth doing is worth doing well.

When the phone rings at an hour only roosters are supposed to be making noise – because I stupidly remembered to arrange for a wake-up call the night before – getting my ass to actually get out of bed is a chore. Getting Noom, my bar boy friend and current love of my life, to get his ass out of bed too is an impossibility. But then he knows he has another 20 minutes to doze while I shower. And then another 10 minutes or so after that during which I’m content just sitting and gazing at the wonder that is his naked body. That would normal only take me 5 minutes, but his morning erection is worth another five minutes in its own. I’m not sure which witty saying of Ben’s, the one about beating around the bush or the one about being between a rock and a hard place, is more applicable at those times, But then I’ve never been good about thinking when my mouth is full. Maybe I should just go with ‘the cream always rises to the top’. Or ‘practice makes perfect’.

Noom is not big on popular English sayings, but is big on promises. Especially those made to him. Even when they weren’t intended as such. My reply of, “Maybe next time” when he said he’d like to go to Bali with me as I headed off to that island paradise during one trip evidently was one of those times. I meant, “Hey I’m busy packing here, if you want me to pay attention to you get naked.” He heard, “Yes, next trip I make I will fly you off to Indonesia for a week of sun and sand.” And promised or not, you can’t get the toothpaste back in the tube. Even if Ben didn’t come up with that one.

Between two evils I always pick the one I haven’t tried before. Not that Noom qualifies as evil. My plans for him in Bali were a different story. We’ve travelled often enough together outside of Thailand that I knew what to expect. A firm believer in the adage that there’s no defense like a good offense, soon after landing Noom would begin a never-ending comparison of everything we did and saw with his beloved homeland with said homeland always coming out on top. It’s a Thai thing. And, I’d been to Bali enough times to know what to expect too. Which is not the mystical, magical paradise it somehow managed to snag as a rep but rather so-so beaches, a tourist scene that makes Khaosan Road at its rowdiest look tame, and a populace of liars, thieves, con men, pimps, and prostitutes. Close but no cigar. Not to mention forewarned is forearmed. It’s but a thin line between idiom and cliche.

Too big for his britches

Too big for his britches

Knowing there’s more than one way to skin a cat, rather than making Noom’s job of not finding fault with Thailand any easier, I decided we’d skip the hustle, bustle, and puke filled gutters of Kuta, pass on the not so tranquil serenity of Ubud – sorry, but it is physically impossible for a Monkey Forest and serenity to abide in the same space – and instead call the slightly nicer and less crowded beaches, slightly less touristy, and somewhat more paradisiacal hamlet of Seminyak our version of Bali. Oh, did I mention the clothing optional gay guest house? Ah well, better late than never.

The road to hell is paved with good intentions. And the immigration line is blocked by clueless Thai bar boys who for the first time in their relationship attempt to scale the mighty cliffs of a foreign country’s customs and immigration on his own. I’m not sure if “I told you so” counts as either a cliche or proverbial saying. I am sure it is the wrong phrase to use in such a situation. Discretion being the better part of valor, I kept my mouth shut and stepped in to rescue Noom from the bureaucratic local officials who just weren’t falling for his gregariously toothy, all-embracing smile as is usually the case. As a reward he didn’t question why we had to wait for a Blue Bird taxi when there were dozens of drivers clamoring for our fare. Nor did he take the time to compare taxis and their drivers in Bali with those back home. No good deed goes unrewarded. And no ride in any other cab company’s vehicle in Bali goes un-ripped off.

“Dis nice!” is Noom’s expression for any place that pleases him. And our hotel and room both got a, “Dis nice!” As did Calego Beach after I’d prodded him past the hotel’s fortunately un-utilized swimming pool, preferring to leave its popular use as a nude swimming hole for a future discussion. ’Cuz his ignorance promised at my bliss.

Possession is nine-tenths of the law.

Possession is nine-tenths of the law.

We spent the afternoon at the beach (a safe from comparison endeavor ‘cuz Noom had not yet been to Phuket and couldn’t admit to having been to Pattaya), had a delicious dinner at a local cafe that only served fish (and you know my feelings about eating fish though in this case it was more about a carrot and my stick than aquatic fare), and then retired back to our hotel room for a bit of my favorite roomside activity. And lots and lots of his: sleep.

Even though Bali is an hour ahead of Bangkok we were up early the next morning almost beating the sun to its daily task. I showered. Noom slept. And then stole another fifteen minutes of sleep through his well-used practice of throwing off the covers to doze naked while I pay my proper respect to the gifts the gods have given him. Every man has a price. Mine is a bit more than a sneak peak, Noom’s is a few more minutes of shut-eye. Huh. Did I already use the rock and a hard place one?

With the quiet of the morning suggesting everyone else in residence was still sleeping the previous night off, and figuring despite his being used to showing his body off before an audience I might have better luck if some privacy was involved, I suggested we take a dip in the pool. Noom was game. And quickly dug his might-as-well-be-naked swimming suit out of his bag.

Too many cooks . . . ah, screw it. That was a reach. I just liked this photo.

Too many cooks . . . ah, screw it. That was a reach. I just liked this photo.

“Um, you won’t be needing those.”

“We swim.”

“Yup, but here we swim nude. It’s a clothing optional hotel.”

I assumed optional had stumped him. “It means guests don’t have to wear clothes. Everyone uses the pool without wearing swimming trunks.” “You swim naked,” I added in respect for clarity.

Well, everyone except Noom. Noom has a million facial expressions that he relies on rather than use English. Or his vocal chords. I’ve seen most of them. But that one was a new one for me. It went from surprised to embarrassment to an unrelenting paranoia of being in a strange room, with a suddenly strange man, under circumstances strangely familiar. He went from shock to disagreeing to almost agreeing back to disagreeing. And then being unable to decide yes, he decided no.

Yeah, I know. Me too. Misery loves company.

A friend in need is a friend indeed.

A friend in need is a friend indeed.

We went for a dip anyway. It wasn’t the less sandy version of the beach scene from From Here To Eternity I’d envisioned. But considering the swimsuit Noom did wear, it still would have garnered at least a R rating. We floated, we raced, we played around splashing each other. And then I stripped off my suit, both as encouragement and as example. Noom quickly paddled over, grabbed my trunks, and held them in front of what I’d just exposed. There is no Santa Claus. And good things don’t come to he who waits.

I did finally manage to pull the back of his suit down during some horseplay, and with no one around Noom surrendered to the inevitable allowing me the sight of his gorgeous ass glistening in the early morning sunlight as he floated in the water. Okay, so maybe Bali does deserve it mystical magical rep. At least when Noom’s ass graces its shores.

Knowing Noom’s love of cultural activities when we travel outside of Thailand, we spent most of our time In Bali shopping. He was less than pleased that the local temples didn’t consider him Hindu enough to gain admittance, and was more than pleased to be able to take that slight out on the monkeys at Uluwatu. I think he noticed Tanah Lot, but fear his mind was preoccupied with deciding on the list of souvenirs he’d be buying with my wallet on our way back to the parking lot. I kept outings and excursions to a minimum – yes, partially in hope that boredom would lead us back to the pool again – the beach, dining out, and hitting a few clubs at night became our routine. Familiarity may breed contempt, but with a tropical sunset lighting the scene, it ain’t so bad of a life. Needless to say, the early bird didn’t get the worm it had dreamed about and despite my carefully laid plans our tropical vacation turned out to be just a cliche of the proverbial tourist experience in Bali.

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Bonus Shot: Incomprehensible Photos

14 Thursday Mar 2013

Posted by Bangkokbois in Malaysia, Travel Photography

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Blue Hindu

Everyone is a photographer these days. Even if the majority are only using their cell phone’s camera, which has turned the masses into paparazzi. Most touri still rely on using a stand-alone camera to document the wonders of their holidays, but digital cameras too have contributed to the growing number of amateurs photographers in the world. It has gotten to a point where you can not go out to eat at a nice restaurant without the ambiance the restaurant’s carefully planned lighting was supposed to provide being constantly shattered from camera flashes thanks to all of those who couldn’t pass up the opportunity of recording their meal for posterity.

Granted, I too take a lot of shots, the subject of which would be – and often is – incomprehensible to anyone else. My eye is attracted to colors and patterns and my camera lens follows suit. But then I shoot for myself and any photo that when viewing ten years later instantly brings back memories of time and place is a good photo to me. I just wonder if one of those Here’s What I Had For Dinner shots does the same. Or if instead it invokes a quick ‘Huh. Steak.’ response before quickly flipping to the next shot.

Not that anyone else would spend much time looking at the shot above. Though you just did. I ran across this one the other day filed on my computer in an odd folder with no explanation of where it was from. But I remembered the shot immediately. And that stirred memories of that holiday, one following after another, a progression of seemingly disjointed thought fragments that ended with an enjoyable few moments remembering a guy that I’d spent a night with during that trip.

You probably wish I’d posted his photo instead.

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Bonus Shot: Bali Markets

23 Wednesday Jan 2013

Posted by Bangkokbois in Bali, Travel Photography

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If you are in Bali and want to do some serious shopping for local arts and crafts, despite its reputation Pasar Kumbasari in Denpasar is not the place to go. And while you may be able to barter for a tacky souvenir for a price a bit cheaper than you’ll get elsewhere on the island, Kumbasari’s neighbor – equally touted as the place to shop – Pasar Badung is not the answer either.

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Located right next to each other, separated only by the Badung River, and with seven floors of shops combined, you’d think these two markets would be a shopaholic’s paradise. But both are more traditional markets and both exist to serve the local populace, not the touri crowd. Pasar Badung is the more popular of the two, lower floors of the market are filled with vendors selling meat, fish, fruit, and veggies. The upper floors are for spices and traditional Balinese and Muslim attire as well as Balinese ceremonial equipment such as umbrellas and baskets. Pasar Kumbasari, on the other hand, is purely an art market, stocking sarongs, paintings, textiles, woodcarvings, and other souvenir items, few of which are made in Bali.

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While neither market offers much for the average touri shopping-wise, a visit to the area is still worth your time. Photo-ops abound and the color of a traditional Balinese market makes for a memorable outing. The ground floor areas of Pasar Badung are a maze of Balinese ladies preparing and selling traditional Balinese snack foods battling for space along the narrow aisles with fruit sellers and flower vendors. It’s a riotous mix of scents and colors and a much better view of how the locals live – and shop – than you’ll find in the island’s heavily touristed areas.

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Bonus Shot: Penang Colors

11 Friday Jan 2013

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Windows, doors, architectural details . . . always favorite shots of mine and nowhere are photo-ops more abundant that in Georgetown, Malaysia.

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Ubiquitous Plastic Stool Shot! #23

12 Monday Nov 2012

Posted by Bangkokbois in Travel Photography, Ubiquitous Plastic Stool Shot!

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Ubiquitous Plastic Stools, of course, are not limited to the confines of Thailand’s borders, but can be found throughout SE Asia and pretty much in any country where the average local’s ass will fit in them. This is a shot I took in Penang, several years before I began documenting Ubiquitous Plastic Stool use in Thailand. The streets of Georgetown are not as crowded as those in Bangkok, but sidewalks are put to use by businesses there too. A typical street scene, these two gentleman stopped for an early lunch, never having to move off the sidewalk to order or eat their meal. In this shot the Ubiquitous Plastic Stools were a bonus, it was the colors that caught my eye and the dining option favored by locals that made it worthy of taking the shot.

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Sawatdee and welcome to the new and improved Bangkokbois Gay Thailand Blog! Okay, so it’s not necessarily improved, just hosted on a new site. And it’s not just about Thailand, though that still is the main focus. And it’s not all gay either, unless you’re not and then you’ll think it’s pretty damn gay I’m sure. All of the penis might tip you off. Which means if you are not of the required legal age to be looking at penis other than your own, you should leave. And go tell your parental units they suck at their job.

But it is a blog and one out of three ain’t bad. Besides, Bangkokbois Pretty Gay Mostly About Thailand Blog For People Of Legal Age is just too wordy. But so is Dancing With The Devil In The City Of Angels, which is really the title of this blog.

As cool of a title as that is, Google just ain’t sharp enough to figure out that means this blog is mostly about Thailand. And pretty damn gay to boot. The penis part even Google figured out. Which is a good thing. ‘Cuz Bangkokbois Pretty Gay Mostly About Thailand With Lots Of Penis Blog For People Of Legal Age, I think, was taken by someone else.

Move along, there’s nothing to see here folks; pay no attention to that man behind the curtain:

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