Have been wanting to move to Portland for ten years or so. It took meeting a very fine woman to finally push me over the edge and get me here. While here, I spend quite a lot of time walking to and from the bus, and on the bus, as well as walking around town with my butch beau... so thought I'd make a photoblog of my adventures. I'll start posting photos soon.
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2019 and in 10 days I move back to Portland again. This time, we take her by storm.
Middle aged cowpunk ventures into the anti-fascist movement with little theory under his belt
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