Thursday, October 27, 2005

The Monster Across the Street

From Brigitte:

This is a photo of the building across the street from my office that has been under construction for the past year. The men working there love to whistle, clap, and holler and it just reinforces the negative stereotype of construction workers. Sometimes it's almost funny, but really it's not at all. Considering this monster looms over the office parking lot, it's pretty difficult to avoid. I'm always self-conscious when I'm within their view; I feel like I'm on display. I'm the most uncomfortable when it's early in the morning and I'm walking back from yoga. Luckily, they're negativity can't penetrate the peaceful bubble I just spent the previous hour and a half developing. Nonetheless, I felt it was time to holla back!

"Show Me the Girls"

From Maggie (in Toronto):
My ex is a photographer. I was coaching the talent for him: getting them to relax in front of the camera, stand up strait, breathe etc. While my ex was taking a shot of an up and coming sports news anchor for a national Sportsnet billboard he turned to her and said, "Come on, show me the girls." I almost kicked him in the groin for every woman who's ever made it big on her big brains not bazoombas.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

He Just Couldn't Hold It

This is another patron at Vintage on his way out. "Oh no Sir, no, um you aren't allowed to pee at the bar" are words I never knew I would have to say. I turned to get a drink for this customer and when I turned back, his penis was out of his pants and he was attempting to straight shoot with his urine into the trash can behind the bar. The manager said it is very hard for guys to stop the stream once they've begun. So it was very impressive how quickly this streamliner got his pee pee back into his pants and got escorted onto 9th avenue He marked his territory and he's out roaming around. Carefull you could be in his stream. And this pisser proves when you gotta go you gots to go.

Saturday, October 15, 2005

I Just Met a Girl Named Maria

This is a picture of Maria who harassed a gay male patron at Vintage.
"I am not a lesbian! Why are gay people always trying to befriend me. Get away from me", and then she attempted to physically assault him, at which point she was removed from the bar and began harassing people on the street. She will harass you so be careful.

Head's Up Ladies, Hakeem is Single!


"Girl will you marry me?"
"I am not available right now... but can I take your picture? I am taking pictures of everyone who has proposed marriage to me today."
Flattered, he smiles.
"Well let me give you my phone number, you can set me up with one a' your single friends."
Anyone wanna date Haikim? He is available, but his tactics aren't quite doing the job.

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Overnight Greyhound

It was 2 a.m. and I was fast asleep on the Greyhound, en route to a wedding in Canada. I woke up to someone rubbing my right side and the side of my breast. It was pitch black and I could only barely see the outline of a man's hand reaching between the seats. I thought it must be a mistake - maybe he was doing it in his sleep - so I put my red jacket on top of his hand and slid closer to the window. He didn't skip a beat and started burrowing his way through the jacket back to me. I freaked out, sat up straight, and threw the seat into the upright position as quickly as I could, slamming his hand hard between the seats.

After he got off the bus I stuck one of our new stickers on the seat in front of me (pictured). Keep your hands to yourself next time dude, cause THIS GIRL HOLLA'S BACK!

Ain't No Mommy



Trudging home from the subway I hear the words "beautiful mommy" murmered. I look up to find a man (the one on the left) not staring into my eyes but rather sneering at my tits. I felt like poo, and it took all my willpower to grab my camera and run down the street after him to get this shot. A little scared, and very shaken, I scurried home holding my camera like radioactive material.

A word to the wise ladies and gents: the first time you do this it's a little jarring. The second time it's a little empowering. By the third time, it's downright kickass - so keep snapping! With a little practice, it's more fun than drugs and the Daily Show combined.