i fucking hate people

my oldest friend in the world, dglenn, got beaten up last night because he was wearing a skirt. as he has every day for nearly as long as i've known him. the sad thing is, we both know it was pretty much inevitable. he was lucky it hadn't happened before. it even happens here, and transvestite/transgendered/intergendered folks are a hell of a lot more accepted here than in baltimore.

he's ok, but he's in a lot of pain; he's badly bruised and has a deep abdominal contusion that's making it painful to breathe. i have to say, i'm finding it a little painful to breathe myself right now.

i want to fly out there, hunt those fuckers down, and slowly flense them alive.

dglenn, i'm so proud to know you. you're one of the bravest, kindest people i've ever known, and that something like this would happen to you fills me with rage, horror, and disgust.

reality, it's time to stop FUCKING with MY FRIENDS.

for playingpossum

by request: Liam's tattoos. they look better when he's standing in a more neutral position, but this one allows you to see *almost* everything. there are actually three blue stars on his right forearm, and look carefully at the shot of his back -- you can see the nekkid chick on his left forearm from there.

i wanted to add more, but i just ran out of patience.