I guess there should be a great story behind these pictures, the truth is, I was drunk, so was he, and he asked to smack my ass. So what could I do except say yes. We were only going to take one picture but the guy wasn't happy with the first 3, so we took the fouth.

So this year I spent pride in my home town of Los Angeles. I didn't go to the parade, and I had a blast. I took a whole bunch of pictures with random gay boys. Which made me miss my boy's back in NY, but at least I got my annual boob grab by a gay man. In fact it was by this speci-man right here.