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Photo by Normal Bob
| The only question
I have is, who's civil rights is that T-shirt pertaining
to in this case? I mean, I know it's "ALL" but there's some specific group that has yet to acquire
all of their civil rights, and I want to know who it is
exactly. |
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Photo by Normal Bob
| We all know
that this feels good, and maybe when you're at home it's
all right to ride the arm of the sofa or grind on a folded
TV tray, but if you're ridin' railings at Union Square
that's when it starts getting creepy. |
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Photo by Venessa Nina
| A Graver is
a cross between Goth and Raver. It's the fun accessory-driven,
baggy High-On-K-comfort of a Raver combined with the ultra
dark, imposing black gloom of the Goth. In most cases
the result is disastrous... and this is one. |
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Photo by Normal Bob
| "What?
You think you're better than me just because you gotta
a shirt on?!? Well you ain't! Hey man, do you gotta couple
dollars for a sandwich? No? How about a handshake to show
there's no hard feelings? C'mon, a handshake! Man to man!
What the fuck? You think you're better than me?!?" |
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by Venessa Nina
| Christ, this
kid DID NOT want his shirt taken off. He put up the fight
to the end. A fight that, sadly, he lost in a bitter pool
of tears. |
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Photo by Venessa Nina
Now, I got
nothin' against the gays. They can have their bondage
backpack parties, leashes and kneepads, but I expect more
from a New York City gay-dom. Don't you?
Is the spandex
bicycling outfit considered fetishwear now? This looks
like two soccer coach dads tryin' out the queer scene
for the afternoon. |
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Photos by Bob Crawford |
Photos by Bob Crawford |
Photos
by Bob Crawford |
| See
that guy there in the red? That is DJ, and DJ loves
the ladies. Only problem is, the ladies don't like
DJ. We call him DJ because that's his opening line
to the girls he's tryin' to pick up on, "I'm
a DJ." |
But
it never seems to pan out. One after another after
another, DJ tries to make headway, but one by one
the girls leave him heartbroken, alone on his stoop. |
No
matter how hard he tries no one seems to stick around
to hear the long drawn out tales of the DJ, and
DJ can't seem to figure out why.
"What am I doing wrong?" He asks
himself. |
Photo by Bob Crawford |
Photo by Bob Crawford |
Photo by Bob Crawford |
Photo
by Bob Crawford |
Here,
let me take you through DJ's 4 step ritual.
Step 1: DJ find a girl alone and sit next
to her. |
Step
2: DJ move closer to girl without her notice,
and face bit more in her direction. |
Step
3: DJ leeeeeean near to girl cause girl
smells good. Smells sweet like cotton candy. |
Step
4: DJ lean too close. Girl puts on headset.
Ignored DJ :( |
Photos by Bob Crawford |
Photos by Bob Crawford |
Photos
by Bob Crawford |
| But
the good news is that DJ is not a quitter! He keeps
going and going, and you want to know why? Because
practice makes perfect! |
Well,
okay, not this time. But maybe the next time, because
there's always a "next time," that's for
sure. |
If
there's one thing DJ's learned it's there's always
another opportunity waiting, because there'll always
be some girl sitting by herself... somewhere. |
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DJ at Union
Square 7-28-04
Pen & Ink, 8.5" x 12"
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