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I can’t help myself when it comes to taking pictures of my dogs. At least once a week they are confronted by one of my cameras. I’m planning on having some prints made of some of the photographs like the one here. Cocoa is so photogenic, he doesn’t mind at all. He even smiles for his close-up sometimes.
I can’t help myself when it comes to taking pictures of my dogs. At least once a week they are confronted by one of my cameras. I’m planning on having some prints made of some of the photographs like the on here. Cocoa is so photogenic, he doesn’t mind at all. He even smiles for his close-up sometimes.
I get asked hundreds of interesting questions. One that comes up more than I can count is,”What do you think your best feature is?” This may seem like an easy question but pose it to yourself. What is you best feature, the most attractive thing about you? Not so easy huh? Sometimes, I can’t help but make-up stupid answers just to keep it interesting like my favorite part is my pinky toe, the back of my knees, or my left elbow. To answer this question which I don’t feel has an answer since I am my worst critic…I really like my eyes. They are brown with green flecks but they darken with my mood. Its what I notice the most(other than my butt is once again naked and for the world to see). I’ve been told I have a very old soul and they can tell this by my eyes. I’m not sure about that but with everything going on, I sometimes feel pretty darn old! There is a pic floating around the net somewhere . . . Read the rest of this blog entry here!
I get asked hundreds of interesting questions. One that comes up more than I can count is,”What do you think your best feature is?” This may seem like an easy question but pose it to yourself. What is you best feature, the most attractive thing about you? Not so easy huh? Sometimes, I can’t help but make-up stupid answers just to keep it interesting like my favorite part is my pinky toe, the back of my knees, or my left elbow. To answer this question which I don’t feel has an answer since I am my worst critic…I really like my eyes. They are brown with green flecks but they darken with my mood. Its what I notice the most(other than my butt is once again naked and for the world to see). I’ve been told I have a very old soul and they can tell this by my eyes. I’m not sure about that but with everything going on, I sometimes feel pretty darn old! There is a pic floating around the net somewhere and they changed my eye color to blue. It looks creepy, probably because I’m not used to seeing myself with light eyes.
My birthday seemed to start out over the weekend before it. I met a great person that was not only inspiring but seemed to see eye-to-eye with my on pretty much everything. I saw a baby dolphin, got a lap dance, and a very beautiful gift I will treasure for the rest of my life. I was sad to part with him but I look forward to continuing to build a friendship. The day of my birthday I woke up, got ready and headed off to the car dealership. I stopped for the mail and that’s when the great news started . . . Read the rest of this blog entry here!
My birthday seemed to start out over the weekend before it. I met a great person that was not only inspiring but seemed to see eye-to-eye with my on pretty much everything. I saw a baby dolphin, got a lap dance, and a very beautiful gift I will treasure for the rest of my life. I was sad to part with him but I look forward to continuing to build a friendship. The day of my birthday I woke up, got ready and headed off to the car dealership. I stopped for the mail and that’s when the great news started. I was able to break to a company that was discriminating against me due to my industry. I have fought for 2 years with this company and FINALLY they see that I am a responsible adult not some crack addict hell bent on ruining them. When I got to the dealership I went and had them run my credit. I was not about to test drive something I couldn’t take home with me. I drove several and something wonderful happened. I’m not afraid to drive smaller cars now:) I was in a bad car accident and had to go through physical therapy, take time off work, and can still tell you when its gonna rain. I ended up with this beautiful crystal white convertible, my dream car. Woohoo, its so fun to drive. I really missed having a V8 under the hood. After getting all the blasted paperwork done, I took my mom to see the Wyland gallery at Planet Hollywood. We had a great time and met a very sweet lady that is originally from Hawaii. I ended up purchasing a painting and got invited to come back in November to meet Wyland himself. he is the artist for the 2008 Olympics and will be painting a 3 mile long mural in China, I think next to the great wall. The paining I bought moved me. It may sound silly but when we were looking at it, it reminded me of all the animals that may not be around in the next 10 years, and how beautiful they are. When a painting moves you like that its something special. I have just the place for it too. Its been the best Birthday ever. I only wish my brothers were here too and then it would have been perfect.
Its not that easy being on both sides of the camera. Its mentally exhausting and sometimes physically when you have to run back and forth from one side of the camera to the other. Three years ago I had the idea to pose for myself. I needed the content for my paysite and I was tired of depending on trades, friends to help and photographers that were flaky. Sometimes, I wouldn’t get the pictures back at all. I had a camera, a site, and a remote corded to the camera. I went at it it front of the mirror and was surprised that things turned out so well. The problem was that I had to hold onto a remote. You could see it in the pics unless I painstakingly edited it out. With a set of 90 pictures I decided there are better ways to get carpal tunnel. I scoured the internet month after month until I found my solution. It was simple, hands free and the equipment cost me about the same as a day rate for a photographer. I could now shoot when I wanted to and stop when I wanted to. I’m still perfecting it but here is some of my work on both sides of the camera.
Its not that easy being on both sides of the camera. Its mentally exhausting and sometimes physically when you have to run back and forth from one side of the camera to the other. Three years ago I had the idea to pose for myself. I needed the content for my paysite and I was tired of depending on trades, friends to help and photographers that were flaky. Sometimes, I wouldn’t get the pictures back at all. I had a camera, a site, and a remote corded to the camera. I went at it it front of the mirror and was surprised that things turned out so well. The problem was that I had to hold onto a remote. You could see it in the pics unless I painstakingly edited it out. With a set of 90 pictures I decided there are better ways to get carpal tunnel. I scoured the internet month after month until I found my solution. It was simple, hands free and the equipment cost me about the same as a day rate for a photographer. I could now shoot when I wanted to and stop when I wanted to. I’m still perfecting it but her is some of my work on both sides of the camera.
The adult industry has many stereotypes. Some of them are absurd and its fun to parody them, others are annoying and you feel like if you hear that someone is surprised that you are actually intelligent, you might have to see what their head looks like on a stick. I’m only a little bitter, I swear! I admit, I’m guilty of stereotyping, grouping, mass assumption, and being surprised that a certain group (to remain nameless) has a single brain in their head.
So, not all male dancers are gay, strippers don’t always double as hookers(actually this is a rare thing that they do double), not all pornstars do anal, having sex for a living is actually hard work and you don’t get to just lay there. Sluts can be selective instead of having fun with everyone, sex-workers still have the right to say no, many adult industry professionals have degrees, are married or have a partner, we weren’t all abused sad children with a daddy complex, we are capable of love, a healthy sexual appetite does not make one a pervert (we are all perverts anyway…yes, that means you!)
Yes, there is drug and alcohol abuse in the adult industry but no more than anywhere else that you don’t have to get drug tested in order to work. Entertainment as a whole seems to have its demons.
Does this stuff sounds absurd yet? It does to many people that are in the industry and we see the stereotypes personified. Those that personify the stereotype usually aren’t in the industry very long, or just scrape by pathetically, acting as though they are “making it”
Being attractive and/or at peace with your inner pervert does not make you stupid, actually it seems that if you embrace your inner freak, you’ll be much happier, less stressed and have an improved, healthier sex life. Hmmm, that doesn’t sound so dumb to me. Don’t you love how pretty, sexy, or just plain ol’ sex=dumb? I’m pretty sure there are geniuses out there who are getting laid, maybe at this very second!(GASP!) Its healthy to explore your kinky side, let it all hang out once in awhile, watch porn in the living room instead of the bedroom, being naughty and buying that dildo in the window, tie up your lover and tease them, etc, etc, etc
Lets explore farther than my little box of adult fun, shall we? . . . Read the rest of this blog entry here!
The adult industry has many stereotypes. Some of them are absurd and its fun to parody them, others are annoying and you feel like if you hear that someone is surprised that you are actually intelligent, you might have to see what their head looks like on a stick. I’m only a little bitter, I swear! I admit, I’m guilty of stereotyping, grouping, mass assumption, and being surprised that a certain group(to remain nameless) has a single brain in their head.
So, not all male dancers are gay, strippers don’t always double as hookers(actually this is a rare thing that they do double), not all pornstars do anal, having sex for a living is actually hard work and you don’t get to just lay there. Sluts can be selective instead of having fun with everyone, sex-workers still have the right to say no, many adult industry professionals have degrees, are married or have a partner, we weren’t all abused sad children with a daddy complex, we are capable of love, a healthy sexual appetite does not make one a pervert(we are all perverts anyway…yes, that means you!)
Yes, there is drug and alcohol abuse in the adult industry but no more than anywhere else that you don’t have to get drug tested in order to work. Entertainment as a whole seems to have its demons.
Does this stuff sounds absurd yet? It does to many people that are in the industry and we see the stereotypes personified. Those that personify the stereotype usually aren’t in the industry very long, or just scrape by pathetically, acting as though they are “making it”
Being attractive and/or at peace with your inner pervert does not make you stupid, actually it seems that if you embrace your inner freak, you’ll be much happier, less stressed and have an improved, healthier sex life. Hmmm, that doesn’t sound so dumb to me. Don’t you love how pretty, sexy, or just plain ol’ sex=dumb? I’m pretty sure there are geniuses out there who are getting laid, maybe at this very second!(GASP!) Its healthy to explore your kinky side, let it all hang out once in awhile, watch porn in the living room instead of the bedroom, being naughty and buying that dildo in the window, tie up your lover and tease them, etc, etc, etc
Lets explore farther than my little box of adult fun, shall we?
Not all men like sports and it doesn’t qualify them as pansies, women can work on cars, not all suits and librarians are uptight(actually, I find it quite the opposite! Yay, for me!) nor are they the freakiest people you will ever meet, tattoos don’t make people tough nor violent(neither does rap music).
I could really go on and on with my run-on sentences, invoking a grin every so often but that’s not the point. Well, what the hell is the point, you say? I guess my point is that I have a lot of fun seeing the how people are grouped together by other people and the assumptions(we all know what assuming gets you). It happens to us all and wither we like it or not, that’s probably not going to change. Its takes one person at a time to decide not to try to judge others until they at least get to know them a little. Its scary but you have a lot in common with the people you meet on a regular basis. No matter how you group them together there will always be people that don’t fit in any category and as soon as they seem too, then they won’t.
