Tim Barrus Blog
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like ships
there is just no possible fucking way that someone at some point is not going to feel left out/ i never did allow that to bother me/ something that pours from him, stealing moments we all are thieves, in a cataract of tenderness and cruelty upon some weak, plastic life…
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you carried him
you have carried him on your back through oceans of your sweat for a long while, now/ we both knew it was only a matter of time/ the big old boogeyman, time/ before you’d push back/ hard/ that way you push back when you push back/ it is always a…
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The Birthday Party
the birthday party became too loud/ you could not handle it/ the other guys were slightly astounded that you panicked/ birthdays in general can be a dark afternoon where everything is forgotten/ i can’t blame you/ the counterfeits of our second selves/ what’s wrong with him he’s freaking out at…
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Grants, New Mexico
that day in san francisco you picked me up on the bike after work/ i still had a normal job back then/ editing a magazine/ the entire staff went quickly to the windows to see you, 2stare/ you had consciously chosen to not wear a shirt good for you/ tits…
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smoke and mirrors
the smoke he makes is obvious/ the mirrors in his pocket are less than obvious/ there are people who think he’s a magician/ he does have his tricks, but they’re play for pay, and they usually fall for his i am so into you game of reflective, thin ceramic masks/…
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Tent
in the morning they always have to pee somewhere mainly on a tree/ crawling out like rabbits from a magician’s hat/ izaak, randy, josh, and devon plus the rest of them like pilgrims for the whole marvelous and unvisited earth that blinds them in the aerial buoyancy of their raw-boned…
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How Do We Reach the Hard-to-Reach
I call them Boys-At-Risk. The label is inaccurate. It puts human beings in a box we don’t want to look at, and it’s language as racism personified.
I loathe the terminology. But I am at a loss, not in terms of examining the many challenges, but how do I reach…
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While They’re Being Fucked, They Dream of Home
As if their outcalls were a tomb.
I am never amazed.
I am never stunned.
I am never surprised.
Yet I was all of this and more.
INTERVIEWS WITH BOYS WHO DO SEX WORK as an ongoing project at Smash Street has taken me to places I was astounded to…
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Sex Wounded Tumblr But Tumble Will Survive
I have always loved working on Tumblr. So, when what has been going on at Tumblr hit the front page of the New York Times, I felt compelled to respond. Sans peur et sans reproche.
A lot of my work goes up on Tumblr, and I still love it. I…
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His Second Self
The assignment was to create something that tells the story of your second selves. Many of the stories were about armor and fragments.
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