Thoughts from my Homestate

I know...I know... When you meet someone and they announce "Yeah, I'm from Boston" you often begin to think of clam-chowder slinging male of the Irish persuasion, he is referred to as "Southie" by his friends, because he is, of course from South Boston. His older brother is an RA at the same college yet somehow has suspiciously red hair and red beard and wears a newsies cap and kilt. They spend their weekends like the guys on Boondock Saints. Sure we have those...

We also have those guys who are still wearing New England Patriots Starter jackets, yeah they have season tickets to see Brady jiggle around Gillette Stadium in his special NFL spandex and panties, they drink 15 Coors Lights a game "the official game sponsor" (is it?) and love their chili dogs. They spit the leftover, beer-soaked bits and pieces of said chili dog out from between their teeth at you as they drunkenly try to ask you where the closest beer tent is. Then they oogle and grin at you with wet, red-glazed eyes as they walk away and in a "shout-whisper" say to their friends "Man, she sooo wanted to ____ my ______!"

But we also have quite an amazing little, should we call it a subculture? Take a stroll through the rickety, red lanterned, cobblestone streets of Beacon Hill or down a dragon-studded, paper lantern strung avenue in Chinatown, you'll find speakeasys, underground casinos, chain restaurants that turn into brothels after hours, paraplegics hanging out in the middle of Downtown Crossing..in the middle of the night... Anyhow I could go on forever...but instead I wanted to share a few "Best of Craigslist" ads that I came across... I noticed that the titles grabbing my attention were all coming from the Boston locale.... It was a pleasant reminder that the place I come from is full of looneys and whores. I feel at ease....

Take these 2 fine lasses from my college (Emerson College). I should have known what I was getting into going to that damn school from the moment that my tour guide said "Welcome to the Ivy League for Misfits". WOOF.... Maybe I shouldn't post this... it's probably 2 of my hooker friends.


Another fine example of the neato creeps that lurk in Boston...

Keep in mind....there is a bike/jogger path that runs along the entire Charles River, the entire "park by the river" is wide open and not all that expanse of an area. With that said the Charles River is really beautiful and romantic...in fact my ex-boyfriend and I used to lay out on the esplanade by the river all the time... Looking back..that creepo was probably him... aaah..damn... shouldn't have posted this one either...

This one just speaks the truth:



And just a sidenote: We were definetely wearing Flannel way before it was cool.
And just another sidenote: Wait until our Canadian Tuxedo trend hits the masses.


AND WE HAVE EMILY DICKINSON, SYLVIA PLATH AND ANNE SEXTON!!!!