November 21, 2007
Mr. Vaughn never ceases to make me want to join in the game where you lick random tourists, then wonder why the hell that was ever a good idea.
But then there you go again, looking at tourists.
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I married my beloved partner Gary in San Francisco on Oct. 29th, 2008, at a ceremony sanctified on the stage of the victory garden across from the front steps of San Francisco city hall.
Fri, November 7, 2008 - 12:55 PM
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Originally we had planned our marriage ceremony to time with our two year anniversary together early in November. At odds against our holy vows was a 73 million dollar constitutional amendment Juggernaut banning GLBT Marriage, overturning a California State Supreme Court ruling which legalized same sex union... read more
By Vaughn Frick
Fri, November 11, 2005 - 7:12 AM
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American Heritage Caravan rider November 6, 2005 Washington, D.C.,Last day of action Arriving here has become such a different story than any of us had expected. The American Heritage Caravan's cohesion has mostly evaporated. A core group of us still are camped out on the floor of a gymnasium. Across from me is a rider from the Seattle caravan suffering on the floor with a herniated disk. My friend Ricky also from Portland started to get sick last night, running a f... read more
By Vaughn Frick
Sun, November 6, 2005 - 10:35 AM
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American Heritage Caravan rider November 6, 2005 Washington, D.C.: Day of Action # 2 The stew of smog has cleared from the D.C. skies today, the blue skies and relatively cleaner air has revived me a bit, as has the rest time I'm allowing myself today. Last night I started to get sick on the cold gymnasium floor, soaking my sleeping bag with sweat. For some reason the air conditioning is cranked up full blast all night, and we can't turn it down for a perplexing arra... read more
By Vaughn Frick
Sat, November 5, 2005 - 7:34 PM
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American Heritage Caravan rider. November 5, 2005 Washington, D.C. The first offense one is aware of when in Washington, D.C. is olfactory. Imagine varying levels of old fish tank, unwashed gym shorts, sewer methane,all stewing in a rank, sticky humidity even in November. I had expected more of an kitschy American mutant cousin of Disneyland. No Disneyland could ever be this foul and colorless. No Goofy could be as Goofy as President Monkey Face's mug sold on the str... read more
By Vaughn Frick
Fri, November 4, 2005 - 3:10 AM
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American Heritage Caravan rider. November 3, 2005 Charleston, West Virginia to Richmond, Virginia. Last night our hosts at the Asbury United Methodist Church found homes (with BEDS!)for us all to rest in. David and Andy hosted nine of us in their spacious house. The Jacuzzi was wonderful.We all went to a friendly local Gay bar in a building that surely been a speak-easy way back in the day. As this caravan draws near to Washington, D.C., today my idealism waned. W... read more
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My TestimonialsBut then there you go again, looking at tourists.
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August 12, 2007
Vaughn has a rabbit and a dog
He taLks to them
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December 9, 2004
I have been affiliated with Vaughn since High School when he had another "secret" name. His mother tried to poison me with chicken wings and only Alice could ward away the toxins.He is a lovely catfish that has a persuasive way with flounder and all manner of sea creatures. Don't let him near you, because he'll paint a forest on your eye lids with his rapidograph. I think he drinks india ink. In a book I've had since High School, he wrote,"I want to plant a garden". That he came through on this point is an understatement, he has seed pods and flower pollen under his nails. If I could only wallow and blubber in the hollows of his liver or any other filtration organ, even for awhile, I would die a happy man.
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