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  1. Another photo at Boston Youth Pride taken by the Guy on his Leica. I’m totally exploiting the cuteness of his dog Hamlet for political purposes. Some people may be homophobic but what kind of monster is dogphobic?!
    Another photo at Boston Youth Pride taken by the Guy on his Leica. I’m totally exploiting the cuteness of his dog Hamlet for political purposes. Some people may be homophobic but what kind of monster is dogphobic?!
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  2. If my heart were bleeding before I met him

    … then now it must be hemorrhaging under his influence. Because this is pretty much only the second or third time in my life that I’ve met someone with political views even more radical than mine and my god is it insane/fantastic that I’m fucking said person.

    It is so liberating to know that he agrees with everything I think. I don’t have to censor myself when it comes to anything: race, gender, sexuality, class, none of it. I’ve dated more moderate people before (who nonetheless describe themselves as liberals) but it’s like night and day. Sure, Democrats can fall for Republicans and people aren’t inherently incompatible for supporting different presidential candidates, but this isn’t really about Obama vs. Clinton. I’m not even affiliated with a political party nor do I follow the election because I could give less of a shit about the “issues”. Most Harvard kids — and people in general — would think I’m crazy if they knew some of the things I advocate, which is why I do not discuss with even close friends these topics because someone will always get offended or accused of being crazy.

    The Guy? Doesn’t think I’m crazy. Actually thinks I’m not crazy enough. Whether it’s my ardor for corrective public policy or my completely unjustified crying fits, he has a pretty amazing threshold for what he considers “still spoonable.”

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  3. "Advocates of capitalism are very apt to appeal to the sacred principles of liberty, which are embodied in one maxim: The fortunate must not be restrained in the exercise of tyranny over the unfortunate."
    —Bertrand Russell
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  4. My second try at operating a manual camera. Took this in the Public Gardens last Saturday after the Pride Parade.
    My second try at operating a manual camera. Took this in the Public Gardens last Saturday after the Pride Parade.
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  5. Outside the Bank of America Pavilion after Saturday’s Death Cab concert. The Guy took the photo with his new old camera (newly purchased old Leica). Good shot regardless, but it’s too bad about the graininess. Shouldn’t have grabbed old film.

    Outside the Bank of America Pavilion after Saturday’s Death Cab concert. The Guy took the photo with his new old camera (newly purchased old Leica).

    Good shot regardless, but it’s too bad about the graininess. Shouldn’t have grabbed old film.

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  6. "Basically, it’s just better for the world and my own sanity if I don’t date anyone seriously. Ever. In fact, if I’m dating you, it probably means you’re a bad person."
    —last November on Sex and the Ivy (“Single Never Felt Better”)

    This was not a cynical entry so much a celebratory “Whoo, I’m fulfilled and thrilled!” entry. Coming off a summer in New York, I was actually very happy in the fall with my Currier single and newly independent life. It’s incredibly weird to read this entry again, in part because I’m so happy now yet things are totally different. In the midst of finals, this is a nice reminder that it’s been a fucking awesome year, regardless of romantic status.
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    • Gracye: you can lose yourself in someone without actually losing yourself. surprise!
    • Me: what? are you sure? did you cop that from a book?
    • Gracye: no, but if I told you I did, would you believe me more?
    • Me: no, but i'd ask for the author so i could tumble it.
    • Gracye: I would worry more that you're losing yourself to your ONLINE BLOGGING TOOL than in a guy, but, you know, that's just me.
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  8. "You can lose yourself in someone without actually losing yourself."
    —Gracye
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  9. how embarassed would you be if...

    clarawalnuts:

    You had to call your boyfriend to bail you out of jail for prostitution? Poor Valerie Malone.

    Only vaguely more embarassed than that time I had to call the guy I was sleeping with to bail me out of … Paris.

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  10. Delilah and Hamlet. Taken by the Guy with his fully manual Leica. (Delilah is the name of my MacBook, by the way; and no, it is not strange that I named my laptop.)

    Delilah and Hamlet. Taken by the Guy with his fully manual Leica.

    (Delilah is the name of my MacBook, by the way; and no, it is not strange that I named my laptop.)