Oct 18, 2025
I was showing my loverboy some photos I got printed (bogos binted) to hang on the bulletin board in my office. I show him the first three: a beautifully lit portrait of my sister at brunch from last year, a photo of us on lake Michigan during our trip to Chicago, a moody picture of him looking out the window on our train ride down the Pacific coast. He remarks that these are really good photos. I say 'yes of course I only wanted to get the best printed'. Then the fourth photo was this:
He dropped into a squat to laugh better.
that is me!
