I do not have to be asked twice to plaster all over the internet photos of my new boyfriend Stanley. I snapped this one of us with my cell phone seconds before he stuck his nose out and lipped it out of my hand. Stanley is in many respects much more interesting than patriarchy-blaming, not to mention taller and handsomer, so you can see why I was compelled to give the blog a rest for a couple of weeks.
Stanley, for those who give a crap about such things, is a 7 year old black bay quarter horse gelding of appendixy racing extraction standing 16.3. He has four white socks and enjoys Bermuda hay and French new wave cinema.