Tim Barrus Blog

  1. 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

  2. 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

  3. 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/…

  4. 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…

  5. 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…

  6. 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

  7. 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

  8. 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. https://medium.com/@timotheebarrus/i-opened-my-eyes-80939561c66a

  9. Jumping Up and Down

    when the entire fucking world has become too much to fucking bear for one little old day, i jump up and down on the bed up and down up and down on the bed usually i will be joined by other crazy people and we will jump up and down

  10. I Opened My Eyes

    When Is Cultural Approbation Survival I still get death threats. Death threats are stupid, and stupid people make them. Bring it on, bitch.I opened my eyes. A small group of people in scrubs were looking down at me and they were uniformly grim. Obviously, this was a hospital. Tubes. Beeps.