Eighties gays that we are, Jimmy and I couldn't pass up the opportunity to see the Keith Haring exhibit here in Brooklyn, and it was stupendous. So many dicks, y'all. So many dicks.
Three cocks, a heart, and a bunch of squiggles. Reminds me of the night I lost my virginity.
This one also reminds me of the night I lost my virginity.
Some Pig.
Such a cutie.
Just your normal everyday drawing of fallen angels f**king some dogs they found.
If you know anything about me you know that I can't leave a museum without photographing any freely available naked male statues. This one was a little small for my liking--probably half my size--but still quite handsome.
Another non-Keith work, included for obvious reasons. Now, this... this reminds me of the smoke breaks Jimmy likes to take in between painting me in the nude. And yes, my butt is that milky white.
Jimmy was really moved by this exhibit, and he was dropping some mad rhymes about it on the way to see The Hunger Games afterwards. I must say, he was getting pretty jiggy with it in a funkified psychedelic situation.
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So many dicks, y'all. So many dicks.
Very funny! And arty! And-- as you promise-- phallic!
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