Two years ago today, I read Sexpigeon for the first time. I didn’t immediately get it, but it looked okay, so I subscribed, and within days it was blowing my mind.
Since then, I’ve learned tons from this modest little blog. About humor, about drama, about blogging and journalism and documentary and fiction, about poetry and music and food and sex, about life and love and friendship. It has made me a better person. I’m retarded for this blog.
Sexpigeon published a sweet goodbye to San Francisco yesterday, and today left for New York City, for keeps. San Francisco won’t feel right for a while.
[Photo by Sexpigeon]
That sucks! Why anyone would leave SF (especially for NY) is beyond me. He’ll be missed.
Fucking quitter! Lampooning hapless New Yorkers won’t be nearly as entertaining.
Oh, T…
He won’t be lampooning hapless New Yorkers. I hear he will be the new second in command of the NY Public School System.
(insider alert!)
Sex Pigeon, I always spelled you “Pidgeon.”
Because Pigeons are like Rodney Dangerfield.
They get no sex.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Dang is that him? I’d never have predicted such a witty dude to also be kinda handsome.
He is handsome, isn’t he? I heard he has a girlfriend though.
Sexpigeon was the only thing still good about this blog.
Say it ain’t so….