Tim Barrus Blog
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Grants, New Mexico
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Jumping Up and Down
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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…
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I Opened My Eyes
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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.…
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A WHORE AT THE DIXIE DINER
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He eats like he hasn’t had any food in days.
He devours the carbs.
“And then the last trick…”
He is telling me all about his latest Adventures in Sex Work.
I simply listen. It is what I do.
I’m pretty good at building the walls I construct to keep…