tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269756025726974732024-03-12T20:39:30.883-07:00The Private I Project "The Private I Project" an experiment in the expression and understanding of personal growth and gratification in the realm of intimacy and sex as it relates to each individual through the creative mind of "The Vision" AL
Raw, Bold, and Unapologetic... This journey winds down a path few if any have dared to so honestly travel.
Let's begin...private I projecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237702617484747491noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826975602572697473.post-36484867838313237372013-03-16T15:55:00.004-07:002013-03-16T15:55:53.382-07:00How to keep a man...<br />
Some women find it difficult to hold on to a guy. So I offer this simple visual instruction... as it's quite simple and easy to do.<br />
Step one: Listen, pay attention to the needs of someone other then yourself.<br />
Two: Think before you speak and ask yourself the question "Is what I'm about to say interesting or important to anyone other them me?" if not, shut the fuck up!<br />
Three: If you think he might be horny and you don't feel like fucking, just surprise him and suck his dick... and finally, presentation in providing service. Take note: It's not what you do but how it's done.... Look and learn!<br />
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Louise and Martine Fokkens have decided they are now too old
Became prostitutes before they were 20 to escape violent relationships
Mother-of-four Louise says arthritis makes some positions 'too painful'
Complain Amsterdam's prostitutes no longer have 'sense of community'
Twin sisters believed to be Amsterdam's oldest prostitutes have retired after more than 50 years each in the sex trade.
Louise and Martine Fokkens, 70, have finally decided they are too old for the business after claiming to have slept with 355,000 men between them in a combined 100-year career.
Louise, a mother of four, has said her arthritis now makes some sexual positions 'too painful'.<br />
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Ladies in red: The twins, who usually dress in matching clothing, became prostitutes at the age of 20
Game changer: After 50 years selling sex, Louise and Martine Fokkens are giving up prostitution
And mother-of-three Martine admits she is finding it hard to attract new punters - except one elderly man who still comes for his weekly sado-maschism session.
She said: 'I couldn't give him up. He's been coming to me for so long it's like going to church on a Sunday.'
The pair were the subject of a documentary film last year called Meet the Fokkens, and have now written a book about their combined 100-years of sexual exploits called The Ladies of Amsterdam.
Both women - who usually dress in identical red clothes - became prostitutes before the age of 20 to survive financially after escaping violent relationships.
They now look back on the 'golden years' of the profession before the Netherlands legalised prostitution and the sex trade was invaded by 'eastern European mafia'.
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Louise said: 'It is very different now. We used to sit in the windows with clothes on. Today they are totally naked.
'There are few Dutch women and no sense of community these days.'
Martine added: 'The legalisation of brothels in 2000 has not improved prostitutes' lives.
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Double act: Louise said she was forced to retire after arthritis made some sexual positions 'too painful'
Laid bare: The twins are hoping to survive from the book and films rights to the documentary about their lives called Meet the FokkensMeet the Fokkens. Amsterdam's oldest prostitutes are retiring
'There is no point working just for tax. That is why the girls are working from the internet and from home - you are less likely to be spotted by the taxman.
'It is better for the pimps and the foreigners, but not for the Dutch girls.'
Martine and Louise said they now hoped to be able to live off their earnings from the book and film rights.
Not what it used to be: Louise and Martine say there is no longer 'a sense of community' among Amsterdam's prostitutes
Warts and all: The pair were the subject of a tell-all documentary called Meet the Fokkens last year
private I projecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237702617484747491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826975602572697473.post-76716900396140238322013-01-21T17:52:00.000-08:002013-01-21T17:52:29.002-08:00Get your slut on!
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<iframe src="http://www.pornhub.com/embed/1178679161" frameborder=0 width="392" height="221" scrolling="no" name="ph_embed_video"><a href="http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=1178679161">Tiffany Six - Interracial POV 5</a> brought to you by <a href="http://www.pornhub.com/">PornHub</a></iframe><br /><a href="http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=1178679161">Tiffany Six - Interracial POV 5</a> brought to you by <a href="http://www.pornhub.com/">PornHub</a>private I projecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237702617484747491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826975602572697473.post-16649443833272902082012-12-27T22:29:00.000-08:002013-01-21T17:52:13.628-08:00Turning Orgasm Into Art The black-and-white video begins with a woman sitting at a table with a book in front of her. She looks into the camera and states her name, the name of the book, and begins to read. It seems she’s overwhelmed by the words — there’s a slight twitch, a smirk, a straightening of the back, a desperate breath in — and she struggles to continue reading.
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Eventually you realize there is more to this scene than it at first seems — maybe when you notice the ever-so-slight buzzing sound in the background, or maybe not until the moans begin. Either way, before the end of the video there is the unmistakable appearance of an orgasm. But you never see just what has produced it: Is there someone or something under that table? Was it just the words that produced those paroxysms of pleasure?
This is the setup of art photographer Clayton Cubitt’s new video series, “Hysterical Literature.” So far, there have been two installments: one starring porn performer Stoya reading “Necrophilia Variations” by Supervert, the other featuring a woman identified simply as Alicia reading Walt Whitman’s sensual “Leaves of Grass.” But frankly, they could read their grocery lists and I’d still hang on their every word, every breath, every squirming movement during their vulnerable, resistant build to orgasm.
I talked to Cubitt, also known as Siege, by email about his fascinating new project, the line between high and low art, and authentic portraiture in the age of self-branding.
OK, what exactly is going on under that table?
I won’t divulge explicit technique, but the assistant is equipped with a back massager and instructed to distract the reader.
What instructions did you give the readers?
Readers are told to state their name and the name of what they’ll be reading, and then to read it out loud for as long as they can. When they have to stop, they’re asked to again state their name and what they’ve just read. Some of them aren’t able to do the last part.
And did they give any instructions to the person under the table? Or is the person under the table just incredibly adept? (And, if so, what are they doing tomorrow night?)
No instructions are given between reader and distracter. Part of the intrigue comes from that tension.
How do you go about selecting the book and the particular passage?
Readers are given full control over what they choose to read. I simply ask them to choose something personally meaningful to them, and something long enough to read from. We’ve had everything from Walt Whitman to a science book on fungus.
Are the videos you’ve posted so far first takes? Any entertaining outtakes?
Everything is only one take, straight through, no edits or second takes. I keep filming after the session is over, and often there’s a quite interesting conversation about the experience of the sitter, but I have no plans to publish those just yet.
What sorts of things have the readers revealed in those post-reading conversations?
It’s quite interesting to hear about what was going through their mind as they started to lose track of what they read and surrendered to their bodies. They talk about it almost like it becomes a religious trance, and they usually have no recollection of the last half of the reading.
Where did the idea for the project come from?
I’ve long been fascinated with the concept of control and authenticity in portraiture, especially in these modern times of personal branding, Facebook self-portraits and incessant Instagram self-documentation. What is left for the portraitist to reveal? How can we break through to something real? So I’ve had several projects related to distracting the sitter from their practiced poses into something more akin to reality, albeit an artificially engineered veneer of it.
I’ve made large-format still image formal portraits of sitters as they tried to maintain eye contact with the camera while being vibrated or tickled. I’ve made a video series called Long Portraits where subjects were filmed for five minutes or more just looking into the camera.
These are all attempts to see something they’re not trying to show me.
This is probably an annoying question, but what’s the “artistic vision” behind the series?
The title is a winking reference to the quack Victorian medical theory of “hysteria” in women, and the vibrators and hydrotherapy treatments used to “cure” them. On an individual level, I’m interested in the battle the sitter experiences between mind and body, and how long one retains primacy over the other, and when they reach balance, and when they switch control.
On a larger scale, I’m interested in how society draws a line between high and low art, between acceptable topics of discussion and taboo ones, between what can be worshiped and what must be hidden.
This project touches on all these themes, while also just being really fun to watch.
Have there been times where the reader hasn’t climaxed? Any concerns about readers faking it?
I make it very clear to them that it’s more about the journey than the destination, and that I’m more interested in the process than any specific result. There should be no judgment in anthropology. Most sessions have lasted between five to eight minutes. A couple have gone to 15 minutes with no orgasm, at which point I end it. I don’t know if the longer ones will be published online, as the medium tends to not do well with long watching times.
As for faking, I’m not too concerned with it, and while the process itself can create pressure to “perform” for the camera at first, it seems that the distraction caused by enclosing oneself in a very personal reading selection seems to put every subject at ease, and they often forget about the camera after a couple minutes.
How would you feel about people using these videos as masturbatory material? Do you want the viewer to get turned on?
One of the most unexpected comments I received is that this is erotica for those who self-identify as asexual. I’m not personally opposed to anyone’s reaction to my work, as long as they react.
Why did you choose to have the action under the table off-camera?
I’m filming these very demurely, almost clinically aloof, in an attempt to provide a mysterious place for the reveal to happen, without ever having to reveal anything. What’s happening is important, but how it’s happening is completely irrelevant for my purposes. To show more would be to distract from the core experience.
Do you plan to have any male readers?
I’ve been thinking about how I might be able to incorporate male, or transgender, readers, but that would present a few distracting aspects. One, they wouldn’t have the same conceptual relationship with the historical use of the term “hysteria.” Two, I don’t think men have quite the same sensual relationship to the written word as women do. Three, I’m not aware of any distracting devices that achieve the same level of abandon on men as they do on women.
But I have researchers conducting experiments presently, and if we achieve a breakthrough, perhaps men are in for it next.
private I projecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237702617484747491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826975602572697473.post-45968925414212854832012-08-02T19:05:00.002-07:002012-08-02T19:05:52.773-07:00I hope my book will be as well recieved...As I try to express my understanding of this new liberal freedom toward sex and intimacy... my documented journey has enlightened, frightened and introduced new questions, concerns and further confusion.
As strange as he might seem I applaud Mr. Richards for his willingness to expose and explore.
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Fore those experiences are the fuel that ignites the spirit.<br />Complacency kill the spirit and extinguishes dreams.private I projecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237702617484747491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826975602572697473.post-70456575755516983312010-11-26T05:57:00.000-08:002010-11-26T14:05:43.782-08:00From the forth coming book: A L The Private I ProjectExcerpts in no particular order:<br /><br />I wish I had patience for the game and could be indifferent... Being someone that I'm not is difficult.<br /><br /><br />We find ourselves seeking love without knowing how to accept it once offered.<br />The scariest part of getting what you want is the thought of losing it once achieved, so we deny ourselves the right opportunities to obtain it.<br /><br /><br /><br />When I began this project it was from a place of darkness without true direction, I was filled with bitterness with a point to prove. I was in pain and emotionally drained after dealing with yet another failed relationship with someone I should not have been with on the level of which I had committed myself.<br /><br /><br /><br />In most cases the writing was not only on the wall, but it was painted bright red and highlighted by neon lights, but I refused to acknowledge the signs or the words that came directly from their lips… I'm a hopeless romantic living the epitome of looking for love in all the wrong places.<br /><br /><br /><br />I keep breaking my own rules in dealing with these models, I keep get to involved in their personal issues…<br />More often then not I try to understand them and figure out how to help; when it shouldn't be any of my concern. But for some reason I have developed a pattern of get too emotionally involved… I wish I could be more apathetic.<br /><br /><br /><br />No love can change a person who doesn't realize the need for change, nor wants to change… There are some who enjoy living in the mist of an illusion rather then face the fear of seeing the truth. I walked that trail beside them and often took the lead until I fell into a chasm. It should not have been a surprise yet I was still ill prepared for my rapid emotional descent.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Why do I get so quickly attached to people in crisis struggling through personal issues?<br />The answer made itself apparent rather early as I discovered that by listing to their stories and seeking to find a way to bring each one a level of understanding and closure; I subconsciously sought to find the same within myself.private I projecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237702617484747491noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826975602572697473.post-64005693079492470702010-11-24T16:56:00.000-08:002010-11-24T16:57:45.159-08:00cumming...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qECK2PvLnkE/TO20eZPzAJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Z1luhL6tSWw/s1600/wara_nyc_008.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qECK2PvLnkE/TO20eZPzAJI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Z1luhL6tSWw/s320/wara_nyc_008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543285150629167250" border="0" /></a>private I projecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237702617484747491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826975602572697473.post-1819266648013622352010-11-08T01:26:00.000-08:002010-11-08T01:28:39.899-08:00Angelic touch / Washington DC<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qECK2PvLnkE/TNfCWgrmP8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Yxg4LfooXYc/s1600/angelic_001.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 66px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qECK2PvLnkE/TNfCWgrmP8I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Yxg4LfooXYc/s320/angelic_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537107958861021122" border="0" /></a>private I projecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237702617484747491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826975602572697473.post-78593537548609934092010-10-31T15:00:00.000-07:002010-10-31T15:01:55.107-07:00Blissful ignorance a battle for the Warrior Artist.Why do we chose to live in fear and ignorance of that which we don't understand rather then take the initiative and ask the question why and or how?<br /><br />People view my new works and make assumptions that are more often then not incorrect, misguided, and judgmental… The exact purpose for my creating this project.<br /><br />To expose those insecurities, and make you question your values, face your demons and destroy the perception of barriers or limitations within Art, acting, modeling, and creative expression.<br /><br />I liken the true artist to a warrior, who doesn't walk in fear, but embraces it to make him stronger...private I projecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237702617484747491noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826975602572697473.post-84947299792822504382010-10-21T18:20:00.000-07:002013-03-15T13:13:04.751-07:00Words of inspiration: A note from a fellow artist.<br />
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Over the years I've grappled with the very question you have proposed. What is appropriate within the societal context and why are the traditions of our present social consciousness willing to elevate violence as art, and erotica as suspect?<br />
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Much has been written on the subject, though its intentional exploration as application rarely sees the light of day. Moreover, within the artist, there seems to be a conditioned self-consciousness about pursuing erotica, beyond its tamest examples. The nude body engages in sex hits too close to home within the life experiences of many, while most extreme acts of violence, while sometimes entertaining as well as unsettling is (mostly) too remote from lived experience (unlike sex which is characterized as intimate and thus private.) Also religious doctrines with its interpretation of sex as sin continues to condition the social consciousness by characterizing the display of sex as something exploitative and the oldest defense against its portrayal in mainstream terms --- as something that is a dire threat to children.<br />
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However it is in my opinion that the current issues where sexual display is denied complete artistic merit arrives from how badly the porn industry depicts the erotic. Its pervasiveness has indicated to the public that explicit sex is soulless, mechanical and superficial. And since the porn consumer has little variety available beyond the fetishes offered as slight variations on a few genres, the public perception of sexuality is guided by some very unartistic examples. This in turn makes it difficult for explicit examples to overcome the social stigma associated with the prevailing images.<br />
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The central fight for you and others isn't to try to convince a public, which has largely rendered its verdict, but to forge ahead, defiantly, bravely and with strength of purpose. But the fight is costly and on top of everything, in order to manifest your work, you need allies (models) whom not only share your vision, but understand that art must merit more than established norms. Which means expanding our aesthetics, to include diversity of body types, ethnicity and challenging expressions.<br />
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Having seen your work, it has inspired me to challenge my own perceptions, because there's nothing I like more in art than courage of conviction. Of the few nudes I've produced, I have from time to time had to defend my work against charges of cultural and social impiety.<br />
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Sorry this is so long but the subject is worth exploring, and I applaud your efforts. It seems i can't get enough of what you're doing, and look forward to seeing more in the future, regardless of the themes.<br />
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Adam Narcrossprivate I projecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237702617484747491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826975602572697473.post-5545555517330987432010-10-09T10:38:00.001-07:002010-10-10T04:11:30.020-07:00Washington DC<a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qECK2PvLnkE/TLGfNup6tqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/--Zo4x9GQB4/s1600/jes_005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qECK2PvLnkE/TLGfNup6tqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/--Zo4x9GQB4/s320/jes_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526373275971270306" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qECK2PvLnkE/TLCouvfU3VI/AAAAAAAAAE8/TfhasVaYUXg/s1600/jes_001.jpg"><br /></a>private I projecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237702617484747491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826975602572697473.post-35621442497791848192010-09-27T13:36:00.000-07:002010-09-27T13:55:23.983-07:00Wara Model Private I Project Preview<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw5ZhQLIOveurjHGlr-B8fXPYRBQDoevRB4BXBEaRD4XJjJ5LclHK81m1sgGOQ4Y55E8tcteC0ES-fPEsOlhw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>private I projecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237702617484747491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826975602572697473.post-36676200179635421422010-09-21T14:06:00.000-07:002010-10-21T14:48:52.966-07:00NYC Subway<a style="" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qECK2PvLnkE/TJke32VHLsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/I10f7fRWKqE/s1600/Diamond_NYC_subway-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qECK2PvLnkE/TJke32VHLsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/I10f7fRWKqE/s320/Diamond_NYC_subway-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519476763144957634" border="0" /> I find myself headed to the Big Apple regularly, the energy is intoxicating and it invigorates me… I venture out like an Explorer in the New World, a Hunter on Safari, My camera is my weapon and the perfect shot is the goal… my eyes are sharp as I go on the prowl looking for the small signals that will reveal an opportunity.<br />She site with a head set on using music to mask her nervousness, we are both out of our element.<br />Once our eye's connect I take advantage of the opportunity and initiate a conversation that explores as deeply and as quickly as possible the condition of my catch, fore the predatory nature of my creative spirit overwhelms me, I am obsessed with executing my vision, pushing the boundaries quenches my thrust, predator or prey the lines are blurred, the hunt has begun… From curiosity to dare and the acceptance of the challenge in a matter of moments we are in full production.<br />Her story is as interesting as the process of creation, but her words will never be heard, just a timeless image in a subway marks her presence on that day.<br /><br /><br /></a>private I projecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237702617484747491noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826975602572697473.post-25428381415762612312010-09-18T00:01:00.000-07:002010-09-18T00:32:35.358-07:00Any time any place...<a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qECK2PvLnkE/TJRkzn2joSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FW4sb9gZLzs/s1600/PiP_009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qECK2PvLnkE/TJRkzn2joSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FW4sb9gZLzs/s320/PiP_009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518146281469616418" border="0" /></a>A stolen moment to indulge the pleasures spawned by lust.<br />Two strangers connect, eye contact leads to subtle physical gestures that read like a play book from coach to his team, signaling interest that goes beyond conversation.<br />In fact few if any words are spoken but they both know instinctively where this flirtation will lead.<br />The train stops and he exits, she follows with a false air of confidence.<br />Exiting the subway station he stops abruptly midway the staircase and turns to her.<br />Both their hearts race with nervous energy, he slowly approaches her. His excitement is obvious and she acknowledges it positively slightly smiling as she reaches toward his crotch.<br />He grabs her hand and assists her as she massages the bulge in his jeans.<br />They listen intensely for any sound of others approaching, only to hear the sound of passing street traffic.<br />They waste no time as they fumble to unzip his fly and expose his genitals to the musky air of the subways stairwell.<br />Holding it firmly in her hand she slowly strokes it while looking into his eyes as if waiting for confirmation to proceed further. He signals his approval and desire with a single gesture and she complies as he gently gasps her by the hair and pulls her downward.<br />Her mouth opens and embraces him with warm wetness...private I projecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237702617484747491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826975602572697473.post-74588104995378133382010-09-14T06:03:00.000-07:002010-09-14T06:09:38.464-07:00Induced moisture and spastic tremors<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qECK2PvLnkE/TI9y3b_QYfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aG74l71Kja8/s1600/wara_002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qECK2PvLnkE/TI9y3b_QYfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/aG74l71Kja8/s320/wara_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516754365283590642" border="0" /></a>private I projecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237702617484747491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826975602572697473.post-33670712097855800812010-09-02T04:36:00.000-07:002010-09-02T05:40:36.544-07:00Anytime is the right time... pt.1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qECK2PvLnkE/TH-aCTFb-UI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dHEfVQAfsek/s1600/dnme_004c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qECK2PvLnkE/TH-aCTFb-UI/AAAAAAAAAEc/dHEfVQAfsek/s320/dnme_004c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512293833198270786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qECK2PvLnkE/TH-NaK4HPmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QswdZN9GgGg/s1600/wara_pip_012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qECK2PvLnkE/TH-NaK4HPmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/QswdZN9GgGg/s320/wara_pip_012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512279949660601954" border="0" /></a>private I projecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237702617484747491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826975602572697473.post-74767183070853468932010-08-18T06:11:00.001-07:002010-09-03T07:45:36.301-07:00Trick<a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qECK2PvLnkE/TGvcL9VmJmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/R3hlV4sgUQc/s1600/phant_012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qECK2PvLnkE/TGvcL9VmJmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/R3hlV4sgUQc/s320/phant_012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506737067392378466" border="0" /></a><br />I never failed you, you failed yourself…<br />And I ignored the obvious truths that you presented in your actions, words and lack there of.<br />I was a fool desiring love and attached myself to the wrong one.<br />I lost more of myself then I thought I'd gain, the image in my mind was suitable to frame but the reality that existed was my image twisted.<br />I walked in denial everyday we'd awake hoping for change and understanding to build a future everlasting.<br />In the end you shattered my dreams and destroyed my home and I lost everything that I owned.<br />But gained a better understanding of my weakness.<br />Love don't live here anymore and like those b4 me and many sure to follow your body called and sex was the glue that held interest.private I projecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237702617484747491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826975602572697473.post-90679616507962259452010-08-15T21:48:00.000-07:002010-08-22T23:53:59.795-07:00Taste the pleaure of life...<a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qECK2PvLnkE/THIZkel4ewI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Vpi1k1GYwxg/s1600/PiP_002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qECK2PvLnkE/THIZkel4ewI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Vpi1k1GYwxg/s320/PiP_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508493408705477378" border="0" /></a>The vestal by which all life flows offers the nectar of the Goddess as it's appreciation.<br />I offer to her in return my power, my essence and that which drive this passionate encounter. Together we are the spark of the universe, she cries to the heavens to glorify me.<br />She feels my STRENGTH yet I am weakened by her submission.<br />We create the wave of wetness flowing across the landscape of our form.<br />Caverns, peaks and valleys intertwine and connect forming a mass of fluid motion working toward a common goal.<br /><br /><a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qECK2PvLnkE/TGjEg-_t-PI/AAAAAAAAADs/jnpLik6NyeU/s1600/debz_duo_004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qECK2PvLnkE/TGjEg-_t-PI/AAAAAAAAADs/jnpLik6NyeU/s320/debz_duo_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505866615405541618" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qECK2PvLnkE/THIaEMW-kxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/e2SjiCVg5LA/s1600/PiP_004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qECK2PvLnkE/THIaEMW-kxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/e2SjiCVg5LA/s320/PiP_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508493953566937874" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qECK2PvLnkE/TGjD61hoAmI/AAAAAAAAADc/KY3o0qMDFzY/s1600/downtown_001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qECK2PvLnkE/TGjD61hoAmI/AAAAAAAAADc/KY3o0qMDFzY/s320/downtown_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505865960028373602" border="0" /></a>private I projecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237702617484747491noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826975602572697473.post-5363506370126919682010-08-09T12:05:00.000-07:002010-08-09T12:15:30.000-07:00Gotta love the 80's... Public access in Manhattan<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=REhT0AIbg8M&feature=related">Talk about Freedom of Expression!</a>private I projecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237702617484747491noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826975602572697473.post-89020708266212623992010-08-07T04:17:00.000-07:002010-08-07T04:25:49.977-07:00Truely Obscene, desturbing and pornographic content.<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwxcH8vAYzywqkPlLMNiTXrdhDFUErdKoDW1_4WL3c7Vb512buMHOOe2XZyjTt9vmZNJiMVybFvtfvroRyNZw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My .02 cents</span><br /><br />We all live with the perception of certain freedoms, however the reality of those freedoms can be proven an illusion if we choose to step outside the realm of social and societal norms.<br /><br />The social norm, a standard subconsciously place upon us all creating boundaries and limitations on our creative thinking, way of life and personal sense of self expression. Some hold fast to this construct but a rare few chose to walk outside the boundaries of societal limitations. History has shown that progress only comes when individuals push the limits of expectation.<br />However before that happens there are martyrs who break the ground on the unexplored or rarely traveled.<br />Martyrs who have been persecuted, expelled, threatened, and murdered by the very people who now reap the rewards of their sacrifices.<br /><br />The major taboo for many is still the outward expression of intimacy and sex.<br />Sex as much as we all enjoy it, desire and need it is still something most people would want hidden and practiced behind closed doors in a dark room.<br />It amazes me that this way of thinking still exists in a so-called modern and highly evolved society.<br /><br />Sex is still looked at as dirty, something we should be ashamed of and hide.<br />Yet in reality we all know this is far from the truth, sex is a beautiful and enjoyable experience. Everything that draws breath revels in the process of procreation and physical gratification. So how and why are we so quick to judge those who openly express it? Why should individuals who are secure in themselves bear a scarlet letter for showing us all something we all do, desire to do or have done. Why are films that depict such acts judged so harshly, why is sex; a natural act and something that's apart of everyones life at some point or another labeled x-rated and violence, war, murder and horror, things that are unnatural, gruesome and brutal given less limitation for viewing, distribution and marketing.<br />Not to mention this it is considered mainstream entertainment.<br />Shooting, stabbing, decapitations, and any sick twisted concept for killing can be seen on any television set in America via cable, network and satellite television.<br />However, the art of making love, the passion of sex, the pleasure of fucking is censored, edited or unavailable.<br />Gun shops can be found all over middle America yet a sex shop or strip club causes protests within that community even though most house holds have some sort of sexual paraphernalia or sex toy in it.<br />I find this rather hypocritical and closed minded.<br /><br />Sex is a natural part of all things living, just as violence is, however, I would rather live around people with a healthy sex life then those prone to violence.<br />I know people who have sex, I'll pass on an association with a serial killer, a terrorist or anyone who would even consider doing what goes on in successful horror or action films. "Saw, Friday the 13, Halloween, Hostel, etc; These are what I'd consider pornographic x-rated material. Decapitations, disembowelment, and assassination are recurring images in movies and video games today yet no one screams obscene.private I projecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237702617484747491noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-826975602572697473.post-45319507379752576852010-08-03T05:12:00.000-07:002010-08-03T05:21:38.341-07:00Why I model...The truth behind naked ambition.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy5zu_f66gqC1lKptgUEZLaU9eHBWDmO1AP-oQ9MMXSLN1pujLhx6q-e4rT6VeXsVkvextsmBxDuqjGBOhNbw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>private I projecthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09237702617484747491noreply@blogger.com0