Thursday, April 30, 2009

brother of mine

it's the end of the year. Portfolio review later today... Nothing much is going on besides the stress of not knowing what's going on. I'm excited to get out of here, but I don't really want to go home. I want to be with lover-man.
no new photos to show for now... when I'm out I'll work on it.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

exhausted from TRoM. Second year running, but the freshman and sophomores need to chill out and let things happen instead of expecting stuff to fall into their laps. When one creates the fun for themselves it's that much better. Still wish my lover was there, but we'll have chances to dance together in due time.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

I want to grow with your wrinkles

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Want them back

It's supposed to be warm this weekend, thus I will be craving being home instead of school, which means I would definitely prefer hearing back about my boyfriends Visa so he and I can start making plans together again.

I wore his cologne yesterday to comfort myself, it's going to be out soon, so I'd like to be with him again. Thanks UK border people.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

a wonderful friend photographer, Erin Mulvehill, has been working on a project on "underwater" images. I modeled for her today, this is what she got:

beautiful, yeah?

Sunday, April 19, 2009

why is it that we, maybe just I, look up such trivial things when I'm upset?

I'm learning a tiny itty bitty bit about Josephine Baker now (her name's a link).

Saturday, April 18, 2009

wow, this is great.

I almost picked up a record of 60's beach tunes, I should have been alive then.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Saturday, April 11, 2009

um, story of my life

Friday, April 10, 2009

another photo

a hard rains gonna fall

it's amazing to see how strong-willed these men are. There have been many posts (on flickr) of amputees with prostheses trying to move on with their lives. I hope I can be that strong.

strange love

this is an interesting and kind of scary sight:

The Venus Project

Thursday, April 9, 2009

The night they drove old dixie down

I think the reason I like dead things, or a more all-encompassing idea would be unfortunate things, is because I subconsciously can tell myself that I'm not in that position. That what I'm looking at as a fault I experience in my life, or being upset by things are not as big of a deal as getting my face blown off by shrapnel or contracting leprosy. I am lucky, I am still unhappy (sometimes), though.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

she's kind of dangerous

I just longggg to be held right now, in London, by my man-boy-lover. Not for any one reason, but I want my comfort-blanket back again. Damn British Visa people hurry the fuck up.

Sunday, April 5, 2009


"Till four in the morning one is seldom doing anything and at that hour, even if the night has been a night of betrayal, one is asleep. Yes, everyone sleeps at that hour, and this is reassuring, since the great longing of an unquiet heart is to possess constantly and consciously the loved one, or, failing that, to be able to plunge the loved one, when a time of absence intervenes, into a dreamless sleep timed to last unbroken until the day they meet again." Camus, from The Plague.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

you parade around

it's been a while. I've been working hard on my final photo project and have finally printed it all out. I will now show the promised booty pictures (obviously click to enlarge):

what started it all, the idea of communication in a long distance relationship:

and then the intimacies of being together:

and intimacies from one another/to remind us of one another:

there's more images for context, but I won't show those...