Titles should appear when cursor is moved atop the image.
Full series of 30 images coming soon.
In the 7th grade, on my second date with a girl named Ilyssa, we went to play mini-golf and I chose this pink ball.
I used to read this health education book over and over and over again in order to scare myself into not being gay, because only gay people got AIDS.
The night I called my grandfather to tell him I finally got my Hebrew name, “Zevel,” I used the landline phone in my father’s jewelry studio where he sat next to me while making this ring. My grandfather, an Orthodox Jew and president of his shul, was so upset that my Hebrew school teacher had given me a name that meant “trash” that he called the school himself to complain.
After middle school one day, at my friend’s suggestion, we went through his parents porn collection and I took this one because Goldie Hawn taught my mom ballet when she was a little girl.
In the 5th grade I went on my very first date with a girl named Erin from my baseball team. We went to see the movie Career Opportunities with my Grandma Naomi as our chaperone.
From the moment I was born on October 31st, 1980, everything in my bedroom was rainbow themed. I had rainbow sheets, rainbow bedspreads, rainbow blinds, rainbow toys, rainbow pillowcases, rainbow mobiles, you name it.
As punishment, my mother used to drop me off at the driving range and these were the directions that came with the rubber cover I was to fit atop my set of neon colored golf clubs.