p. lucha is pretty hilarious. i was talking about how she just recently made some pretty damaging marks (in blaring orange crayon) on my green screen—which has been hanging up and averted destruction for years now—and in she trots to protest that she did no such thing.
“i was taking a nap,” she says, earnestly. her eyes on the scrawling, looping, confident marks. ”nobody did that.”
i take a walk, then, to see what she had been up to before coming in to clear up my misconception. there—where she had been standing in the hall, upon the wall—is another, nearly identical, bright orange, corkscrew, graffiti mark.
p lucha. she interrupted her graffiti to come in and deny a separate charge of graffiti. holding the very same crayon.
that’s pretty damn funny.
I did this as a little kid. With my own damn name x__x
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It’s a time-honored tradition at Navy homecomings – one lucky sailor is chosen to be first off the ship for the long-awaited kiss with a loved one.
Today, for the first time, the happily reunited couple was gay.
The dock landing ship Oak Hill has been gone for nearly three months, training with military allies in Central America.
As the homecoming drew near, the crew and ship’s family readiness group sold $1 raffle tickets for the first kiss. Petty Officer 2nd Class Marissa Gaeta bought 50 - which is actually fewer than many people buy, she said, so she was surprised Monday to find out she’d won.
Her girlfriend of two years, Petty Officer 3rd Class Citlalic Snell, was waiting when she crossed the brow.
They kissed. The crowd cheered. And with that, another vestige of the policy that forced gays to serve in secrecy vanished.
By Corinne Reilly
© December 21, 2011