His blog, The Queer Lens , was his pride and joy. For three years, he had documented the shifting landscape of local queer art, but tonight felt different. This wasn’t just another group show; it was the "Found Fathers" exhibition, a collection of lost photography from the late 70s.
He stopped in front of a large portrait in the back corner. It featured a man with kind eyes and a denim jacket, laughing at something off-camera. The caption simply read: Marcus, 1978. Artist Unknown. "He was a hell of a cook," a voice said beside him. blog gay gallery
He spent the rest of the night listening to the old man’s stories. When he finally sat down at the gallery’s small cafe table, his fingers flew across the keyboard. His blog, The Queer Lens , was his pride and joy