#Salt lake city

[vintagecamping]

Trailer camping outside Salt Lake City Utah

1993

[outofcontextdanandphil]

Synchronized "um"

[byseanbrown]

[foldingfittedsheets]

Got this question and I can share about my tattoo! Initially, I wanted a tattoo from the Golden Compass. That book series shaped my views so heavily and I’ve always adored it. My first thought was to get the alethiometer on my hand.

Those familiar with tattoos will know immediately why that was such a bad idea but the first artist I met with cautioned that the design would need to be huge to get clarity and hand tattoos fade quickly. He advised me to think of something else that might call to the books.

After noodling on it for a long time I decided I wanted my daemon. Lyra and Roger go down into the crypts and see the skulls of scholars. Inside the empty bones are coins with images of their daemons carved on the face.

So I knew I wanted a daemon coin. My daemon walks in my heart but I always felt like a gryphon suited me best, halfway between a cat and a bird. I’d put him on my leg so she could walk with me.

I found an artist I liked but she was booked out for a year. She specialized in scientific illustrations and abstract line work, both of which were stunning.

I decided to check back when she was accepting new business but to my surprise she had up and moved to Salt Lake City. I asked, if I flew out to get a tattoo, how soon could you see me? Within a month was the answer. So I bought tickets for my beloved and I to fly to SLC for a day, just for this tattoo.

We stayed in an adorable cottage and felt wildly unsafe in the heavily religious city, but we still had a nice trip. We went to the Tracy Aviary. I had my first meal at Benihana. We got followed and yelled at when we held hands. But we also had a young girl approach us when I wore my Space Lesbians shirt to tell me how much it meant to her to see other queers in her city.

The artist I was working with hadn’t shown me a drawing before I’d arrived. I’d asked for a crude gryphon etched into a coin. What she showed me when I arrived was a goofy cartoon gryphon offset in a circle. I broke out in a sweat and I still look back on her lack of communication poorly. I’m sure she had her own reasons for not sharing the design but it wasn’t what I had asked for.

She was clearly frustrated when I balked but went away to rework his face to be more realistic. When she came back I was much happier. He still had cartoonishly big feet but honestly, I’m a bit of a goober with big feet too, and it felt appropriate with the new face.

My beloved got their ear pierced at the same shop, and we went away happy. I love my tattoo and it made me feel beautiful in a way that didn’t come off at the end of the night.

When I gained weight with my long illness I was worried he’d warp and look ugly, but I think he still looks nice. He just gained weight with me.

[terribleinfluence-tour]

[drchucktingle]

SALT LAKE CITY WHERE THE RAPTORS ARE HUGE. roll call for utah buckaroos come see the bury your gays book tour CHUCK TINGLE LIVE with UNDER THE UMBRELLA BOOKSTORE at utah museum of contemporary art JULY 19TH GET YOUR TICKETS FOR THE BIG SHOW BEFORE THEYRE GONE

[smudgeandfrank]

FANX SALT LAKE DAY 1 HERE WE GOOOOO!! 💖✨️ Stop by my table in the artist alley, A1104 and say hi!! 💖🫂✨️

[toshio]

[rosechata]

kelsea callister

[coolthingsguyslike]

[atlas-affogato]

Salt Lake City Pride, 2024

[vintagecamping]

AAA Tent & Awning Company Catalog

Salt Lake City, Utah

1965

[outofcontextdanandphil]

Romantic

[onthisdayts]

Speak Now World Tour

September 28, 2011 - Salt Lake City, Utah

[leannafirestone]

The Becoming Unbecoming Tour Diary #6

when i was a kid, i went to the beach with my family once every couple years. and being an only child, i usually kept to myself. i didn’t really love asking anyone to play mermaids or to be my friend, i preferred to do something quiet and out of the way. so, I would grab a pair of the largest goggles you’ve ever seen (no snorkel, it only kept me down) and I would wade out into the ocean and dive for shells for hours. my mom used to complain that this would make her panic because every time she’d look up to check on me I would have my feet straight up, only coming up for air and allowing her a glimpse of me for 10 second increments before catching my breath and diving back down. after days and days of being upside down, at mercy of the waves, and hauling as many shells as I could carry back to shore,  I would sleep warm (from the sunburn) and hard (from the exercise) for 9 hours straight on the drive from florida back to tennessee. 

this sleep is the kind i yearn for now, and the kind I get almost exclusively on tour. 

i’m just now back from our month long break, and the first couple days of the second US leg of the becoming unbecoming tour have already knocked me out. i spend most of my show days running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off and most of my travel days sleeping or yapping or staring blissfully out the window. this go round i am lucky to have a few true off days here and there, days where i actually just get to be in the city that i am in and i am so excited for them. few things in life please me more than spending money on things i don’t need and listening to an album or a podcast with a frilly drink in hand. (not pictured, maybe on the next installment.)