in the port of amsterdam: "And when I feel the breathe of spring on my face

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When not out busy getting bloodied up on the rugby pitch of busy wielding my insurance card in the faces of doctors who warn of such hazardous activities, I can be found cruising by car, bike or foot toward the next adventure. After spending three years breaking bones and photographing my experiences in Florence, Italy and Poughkeepsie, New York, I'm heading to Amsterdam. Here, I'll be studying and conducting research with a focus on international perspectives of sexuality and gender identity. I like neither long walks on the beach nor candlelit dinners, but rather prefer and activity the may promise that chance of a hospital visit or Mexican take-out.:)

in the port of amsterdam

Saturday, March 26

"And when I feel the breathe of spring on my face

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