Sifting through old papers, I rediscovered this note, which I originally found posted on a bulletin board at a gay bar in Nashville in 1997. It is written on the back of a photocopied flyer for a retail store named OUTLOUD! Books & Gifts for Our Entire Community. (Check out our new video rental section!) At the time, it just seemed funny that someone would pin this to a corkboard in a bar. Now, 15 years later, it just seems sad and desperate and so … retro, in this age of Craigslist and smartphone apps specifically designed to work better than serendipity. I enjoy how directly the writer communicates his offer; it seems odd, however, that he wishes the reader good luck when it is he, David, who obviously needs it.
I am taking a photography class at Old Dominion University. Our assignment was to research an artist/photographer and I chose Chuck Close. I went to the school’s art library and was leafing through the Parkett Magazine, Volume 60 when I came across this letter. It is written in French and appears to be a love letter for Jonathan from Rob.
A bunch of friends and I took the safe bus to the bars downtown for some drinks and good times. Right when we got off at our stop, we found this gem laying on the sidewalk. Perfect way to start the night off!
I was walking out of my local grocery store one evening when this caught my eye. I’m hoping it belonged to the vehicle of some rockin’ lesbians, heading out on a road trip to the nearest PrideFest. But part of me thinks that it may have been placed on someone’s car as a prank. I’m hoping for the former.
Found this interesting note in a parking lot outside of an Indian restaurant. Was it discarded with no follow-up? Or, had Jill and Karen gotten together that very evening at the Indian restaurant? What not-quite-divorced-yet plans might have been set between these two?
We had a lip-sync contest as part of our company holiday party. One daring group of men decided they would dress in full drag (lingerie, not dresses) and perform “Lady Marmalade” from Moulin Rouge. The party was held a few blocks from where we work so in order to completely get into character, the five gentlemen-to-ladies came back to the office to change. Later, we found this note in the parking lot behind one of the performers’ cars. I forwarded the letter in a company-wide email. It turns out Bebo is the nine-year-old son of one of the members of the cleaning crew. He saw five men dressed in women’s lingerie emerge from our bathroom and leave the building together. Clearly this inspired some writing! I hope he doesn’t tell EVERYONE in school!