1. 2 years ago

    WHOA!!!!  90% HUMIDITY?!?!?!?  Imma feel like I’m back home

    WHOA!!!!  90% HUMIDITY?!?!?!?  Imma feel like I’m back home

  2. 2 years ago

    Arkansas, you crazy fuck

    moon rocks?  really?  that’s quirky as hell on a Thursday afternoon like this

  3. 2 years ago

    Rumpus Blog?

    Let’s talk about that gay vibe thing, and how there just aren’t enough dyke-identified queer dudes on this campus….

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    2 years ago

    In case I never shared this with you, Laura Blake, my Harvest co-leader and winner of my heart, is the cutest EVER!

    In case I never shared this with you, Laura Blake, my Harvest co-leader and winner of my heart, is the cutest EVER!

  5. 2 years ago

    "Nope, Compline is DEFINITELY the place to see and be seen"

    c

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    2 years ago

    "Slifka Bagel Brunch: the place to see and be seen"

    Mac

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    2 years ago

    I can only listen to Morrissey as I read about queer desire

    I can only listen to Morrissey as I read about queer desire

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    2 years ago

    I feel like when my mom tried to use Skype for the first time, this was inevitably the case

    UPDATE:  Mom giggled for minutes when I mentioned the video.  confirmation of its truth

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    2 years ago

    Introducing... Gay Farmer Boy Researcher

    As part of an independent study this semester, I’m working with Maria Trumpler to figure out, or start to anyhow, this whole business of queer farms, farmers, and homesteads, in cities and country sides.  As a part of it, I’ve refashioned my first blog “Cody Buffalo” into “Gay Farmer Boy Researcher.”  It’s a bit more cerebral than is this little shindig, but it’ll be interesting nonetheless, I promise!

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    2 years ago

    It’s fall, motherfuckers

    For now, all I plan to do is to throw on a flannel shirt, some tattered overalls, and a floppy fucking hat and stand in the middle of a cornfield for a few days. The first crow that tries to land on me is going to get his avian ass bitch-slapped all the way back to summer.

    (via McSweeney's)