Today I'd rather be...
... the wet fag between Paul Mescal's lips.
(via) First off I hope nobody's too irritable about my use of the f-slur lately -- I've dropped it a few times in print over the past several weeks because I've been working through a little bit of a personal reclamation of it and seeing a member of the British Isles smoking a cigarette always gives me an easy out. I am aware obviously (uhh obviously) that it's a loaded term on this continent; it's a word I've mostly avoided using personally, but I don't feel like giving it any power over myself anymore. Clearly a process I should've dealt with earlier in life, but I think we're all feeling ourselves spinning into weird directions that we cannot aniticipate these days and this just happens to be one of mine. Anyway that aside this is a new photo of Paul taken from this set posted last week -- and I think it's safe to say this photo will probably be topping next year's "I Quit Smoking" post, right? I dare the photographers to come up with a better one in the next six months but this is gonna clearly be up there!