Category Archives: ANIMALS: Human and otherwise…

Beautiful SOMA Banksy – Hot Rat!

 

Banksy on 9th St. SF. Photo: Gay Highwaymen, Dec 2010.

Banksy! We snapped this shot on 9th St between Folsom and Harrison Streets in San Francisco’s SOMA (South of Market) district some time back. Popped up “just so” during last year’s run of Exit Through The Gift Shop.

Hey, B,…if you ever want to extend your marvelous marks into the rural fabulosity of NorCal, you are invited. Hospitality, anonymity, great groovy walls and other cool surfaces guaranteed!

Indonesian Shutter-bug Monkeys shoot Themselves!

When photographer David Slater turned his back on his photo gear while shooting wildlife in Indonesia’s Sulawesi National Park, he never expected that the local crested black macaques would take over the shoot. But they did. Or did they? Some doubt it. Slater insists that the photos are genuine, but does admit to rotating and cropping them for effect. Expect these photos to show up in a camera marketing campaign soon: “So simple a Monkey can use it” via Guardian UK. More here.

Beatitude and Beat in NorCal: Saratoga Springs Nishikigoi Pond

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California’s Saratoga Springs  used to be a stagecoach stop. That was way back in the 19th century day. Now it is a “retreat and conference center.” Yoga retreats, raves and weddings are part of the draw, but they also host Leather and S/m Club Runs. The 15 Association does the annual Boot Camp run every June. Leather Levi Weekend does a mixed ‘Twisted Summer Camp’ run in August, and this year, a new mens’ run called Gear Up premieres in late July.

All that hard play can be hard work, and the deeper it gets, the realer it becomes. From degradation to grace and back again, turning forever on itself like a mobius strip. Beat, Beat-Up, Beatitude: words to fly by from the jam-sweet lips of angel-headed hipsters.  Top or bottom, sometimes retreat is a good option. For those times, just outside the dungeon (aka The Heart Lodge) mildly hidden in the landscaping, a small magical nishikigoi (koi) pond waits. A rock ledge provides enough room for a semi-lotus, and a fine venue for adventures in ego dissolution. Flash of Orange. Take me…OM…country roads…splash sky water…gone.

Fucking Elephants! Really…

Ah, the thrills and occasional spills of exotica tourism. Animals do what they do, and DNA just wants to make more DNA. When these tourists decided to ride the elephants, they weren’t counting on the bull climbing on board!

Gay Biker Buddy Riders from WAY Back in the Day: Koalas Club 1967

Ride like a sleeping bag! The Koalas were a Gay Motorcycle Buddy Club from the 1960s. The Koalas would hop on behind the gay club bikers and independents. Always on the back, hugging the biker like a koala hugs a eucalyptus tree. And so the name! Peter Fiske is kneeling in the front row, on the right. More on Peter here and here. Photo by Henri Leleu. Koalas Motorcycle Buddy Club, 1967. Via Ron Williams.

Wild Turkey Road Kill #2

Running Turkey. Not fast enough…

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Wild Turkey Road Kill # 1

Flying Turkey hits the road in an act of auto-abstraction. Buzzards delight. CA Hwy 162 near Bloody Run Creek. On the road to Covelo where locals say the Indian Wars are still underway. White and 1st Nation teens, bored, fight. No new thing under a Sunny day. Return via Dos Rios. Two rivers home.

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Bucket Lizard

We freed it. How it got into a bucket in the downstairs bathroom – who knows!

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The Dr Pepper Sutra

Bigger than a housecat. Smaller than a lion. Dangerous, but bubbly and surprisingly refreshing! The Buddha Nature sharpens it’s claws.

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Real Urban Cowboy…Really

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He got onto his horse and he rode into the city. Hat, boots, bandana, duster, even spurs: this dude’s got it all. No event. He’s just riding through town. A sight seen in Willits, California. Hippies, cowboys, farmers, bikers in a Far West mix. In Mendocino County, a town with 5 stoplights qualifies as a city. Seriously. This is NorCal. Not LA. You know what they say…save a horse. Ride a cowboy!