PICS
Ok after sifting through 1700 digital images, we finally got the gallery up of Paris Pix.
I'll be posting the Film ones in a few weeks.
Paris Picture gallery
enjoy
I'll be posting the Film ones in a few weeks.
Paris Picture gallery
enjoy
We are back from Paris and put the bullshit behind us, and Ant proposed with the Eiffel Tower in view.
pictures to come once we are all settled in.
pictures to come once we are all settled in.
Top of the afternoon to ya.
So someone out there does not like me.
Long story short.. or short story long.
I have been attempting my hand at male fashion erotica.
Last week some male model from Italy contacts me through FB, Say's he's coming to my area, Fine, I set up a shoot. I only accept his Friendship because he is friends with another model i somewhat know, and supposed to work with her as well.
He barely speaks English, and some of the conversation could be taken out of context, he want's to make " Sexy shoots with a black model or tattooed girl, I offer to shoot him or shoot him and a model if he finds one.
I tell him this is Strictly Business, I don't like to leave room for assumptions.
The day before i am supposed to meet him, I bump into him outside of a museum, that i am researching for a Dr Sketchy's class that i am modeling in that Friday. I tell him to meet me at the museum at 6 the next day. I meet him, I shoot him outside in the public, the raciest images are him topless in a fountain. I give him a ride about 5 blocks to his place of lodging. and i drive home immediately.
I also have told him in our chat during the shoot that I have a boyfriend.
Come Friday Night, My Boyfriend gets an email on FB from some alias fake person who does not have a real profile on FB, that tells him that he is friends with the Italian model i just shot, and that he sh0old be alerted.
" Tanya Alert"
She is fucking my friend, and has had crazy kinky sex with him, and is on Italian porn sites, and he saw a pic of me sucking his friends dick and that we are meeting up again the following Monday.
and that i am all sorts of whores.
My BF asks for Pictures and links to said accusations.
the writer whom is blowing the whistle on me writes in perfect English and American slang.
The Model however writes like he can barely put English words together.
the Writer claims he doesn't want to get involved and claims the model's family is tied to the Mafia.
no other emails are written.
My boyfriend flips out on me. I understand his anger and frustration,
I let him read all my emails, and tell him that my digital camera has a time stamp on all the images,and i have a sealed tight alibi.
I even call the model on the speaker phone and tell him that whoever he told his where about's at and where he was staying, to that they are emailing my BF saying that we are consorting.
he of course is confused, or at least acts so.
after day's of talking to my family and friends about weather or not I am capable or trustworthy, he finally trust me.
Mind you i have been naked in front of a shit ton of photographers, and always remained faithful and professional. I'm not about to do something that would bring on bad karma, and i have no motive to try to have my cake and eat it too.
All of our friends think i should cut all ties, and not give him his images ( this was a trade shoot, not a paid shoot) I on the other hand am a little resistant, I worked my ass off for 2 hours in 90's to get those images.
and perhaps can sit on them for a few months, till this all subsides.
I'm not sure who is trying to disrupt my lifestyle but i don't intend to change a damn thing.
So someone out there does not like me.
Long story short.. or short story long.
I have been attempting my hand at male fashion erotica.
Last week some male model from Italy contacts me through FB, Say's he's coming to my area, Fine, I set up a shoot. I only accept his Friendship because he is friends with another model i somewhat know, and supposed to work with her as well.
He barely speaks English, and some of the conversation could be taken out of context, he want's to make " Sexy shoots with a black model or tattooed girl, I offer to shoot him or shoot him and a model if he finds one.
I tell him this is Strictly Business, I don't like to leave room for assumptions.
The day before i am supposed to meet him, I bump into him outside of a museum, that i am researching for a Dr Sketchy's class that i am modeling in that Friday. I tell him to meet me at the museum at 6 the next day. I meet him, I shoot him outside in the public, the raciest images are him topless in a fountain. I give him a ride about 5 blocks to his place of lodging. and i drive home immediately.
I also have told him in our chat during the shoot that I have a boyfriend.
Come Friday Night, My Boyfriend gets an email on FB from some alias fake person who does not have a real profile on FB, that tells him that he is friends with the Italian model i just shot, and that he sh0old be alerted.
" Tanya Alert"
She is fucking my friend, and has had crazy kinky sex with him, and is on Italian porn sites, and he saw a pic of me sucking his friends dick and that we are meeting up again the following Monday.
and that i am all sorts of whores.
My BF asks for Pictures and links to said accusations.
the writer whom is blowing the whistle on me writes in perfect English and American slang.
The Model however writes like he can barely put English words together.
the Writer claims he doesn't want to get involved and claims the model's family is tied to the Mafia.
no other emails are written.
My boyfriend flips out on me. I understand his anger and frustration,
I let him read all my emails, and tell him that my digital camera has a time stamp on all the images,and i have a sealed tight alibi.
I even call the model on the speaker phone and tell him that whoever he told his where about's at and where he was staying, to that they are emailing my BF saying that we are consorting.
he of course is confused, or at least acts so.
after day's of talking to my family and friends about weather or not I am capable or trustworthy, he finally trust me.
Mind you i have been naked in front of a shit ton of photographers, and always remained faithful and professional. I'm not about to do something that would bring on bad karma, and i have no motive to try to have my cake and eat it too.
All of our friends think i should cut all ties, and not give him his images ( this was a trade shoot, not a paid shoot) I on the other hand am a little resistant, I worked my ass off for 2 hours in 90's to get those images.
and perhaps can sit on them for a few months, till this all subsides.
I'm not sure who is trying to disrupt my lifestyle but i don't intend to change a damn thing.
I shot some new work on my Bronica ( Med Format Film ) and I'm super excited about it, I feel like I can actually categorize my work in the same field as the people i work with. I know I still have a lot to learn and much room to grow, but I'm happy that I can see progress.
Power Tie
Some new work for the book.
NY was awesome, I can't wait to get my film back.
My Barber called me while i was stoned yesterday to tell me that she has left the shop, And for the life of me while i was stoned couldn't figure out who she was. Good thing it wasn't my boss calling.
I'm looking for skinny boys to shoot, I really want to dive into Male Fashion/ erotic photography, as a side project of course.
Some new work for the book.
NY was awesome, I can't wait to get my film back.
My Barber called me while i was stoned yesterday to tell me that she has left the shop, And for the life of me while i was stoned couldn't figure out who she was. Good thing it wasn't my boss calling.
I'm looking for skinny boys to shoot, I really want to dive into Male Fashion/ erotic photography, as a side project of course.
Feeling better, more positive..
Shooting and being shot tomorrow in NY, Finally working with a female photographer again. can't wait.
So The book idea is ON, just waiting for a few more people to agree to be included, the hardest part was telling Ant that i was going to publish a book of vagina shots. so far the 3 titles i am mulling over are..
PINK IS THE NEW BLACK
Blush
P is for Power
Shooting and being shot tomorrow in NY, Finally working with a female photographer again. can't wait.
So The book idea is ON, just waiting for a few more people to agree to be included, the hardest part was telling Ant that i was going to publish a book of vagina shots. so far the 3 titles i am mulling over are..
PINK IS THE NEW BLACK
Blush
P is for Power
Another serious entry from my main blog
Blood washes Away
Sometimes we tuck those bad memories and incidents far away and deep down inside, and sometimes they pop up without prior notice, And most of the time they manifest themselves into some other fucked up baggage we carry around, even if our hands are already full.
Drama goes on with people that are connected to my mothers blood lines.
I don't really consider them family anymore, due to my judgments of their behavior.
I don't consider blood thicker than water. I consider TRUST thicker than everything.
And on that note it conjures up some not so pretty details from my childhood, that I feel may have some importance today in my life and chosen to disconnect with my mothers other daughter, and anyone else from that side.
When I was 7, we lived in Cambridge Massachusetts. We lived in this high rise apartment complex of 3 buildings, The building called 808 was the one we lived in, it was 10 stories high. and lots of apartments with family's and such, most of us all knew each other, Kinda like a small community. we went to each-others birthday parties, and celebrated holiday's together and created some very long lived bonds.
I lived on the 8th floor, and my best friend lived on the 3rd floor.
One afternoon I was leaving her apartment and going upstairs to mine, I got on the elevator and it stopped on the 5th floor. One of the older boy's got on, I knew him, His name was Paul Poindexter, He had other brothers as well, he was the tallest of them, actually he was rather large for his age, and a little slower mentally than the other kids his age, He wasn't as popular as his brothers. Even at age 7, I could tell that something was a little off about him.
He was about 16 then.
After he got on, he asked me where I was going, I said, I was going home, he pulled me off the elevator earlier than my stop, and down the hallway to the "Dark Staircase".
There were 2 Staircases, the light one which had windows and was overly bright, and the dark one with no windows, that you could barely see your hand in front of you, I mean almost pitch black.
He sat down on the bottom stair, and I was facing him standing, he started to rub my lower back, I started to cry. he begged me to stop my crying, as his hand went further down the back of my pants. He rubbed my 7 year old butt, and the more wrong this got the louder my cry's were.
He told me he would let me go, but that if I told anyone he would hurt my parents.
I wasn't raped in the sense of penetration, but I was fondled and I was very aware that this should not be happening.
I ran to my apartment, my mother let me in, and I locked ALL of the locks on the door, and turned around with a face full of tears and snot, and said to my mother" Mommy if I tell you something will you promise not to tell anyone in the whole wide world"?
Quickly I found myself at the hospital getting an very embarrassing physical ( rape ) exam and asked to draw pictures of the incident.
Then later in family court, as my mother dropped the charges against him on the terms that he get mental/psychological help.
The entire building was a buzz about the incident. My then SISTER didn't seem to stay away from the Poindexter family.
I avoided him at all cost, not only did I avoid him, but when ever I had to enter the elevator I would go to the main lobby and call upstairs to my parents and tell them that I was heading up, so they would look for me, and for the rest of the time that I lived in 808 I never got on the elevator with strangers.
A few years later at the age of 10, did my OCD ( hair pulling) start, at the time people were saying that I was pulling my hair out to make myself unattractive. Studies show that most people with Trichotillamania are young prepubescent girls whom have experienced some sort of trauma.
Later when we moved from Cambridge to Boston, the Poindexters moved to Boston as well and owned a bar around the corner from us, I spotted Paul walking down the street when I was 15 once again, all of the timid little girl feelings came flooding back, And I made sure I wasn't noticed.
My Sister went and worked for them at the bar as soon as she found out they were in the neighborhood.
Never did she once ever address the situation on how it made me feel. Never did she care what that incident had done to me, She felt more remorse for him and how he had been labeled by the 808 community, whom soon forgot anyway, then she cared what it did to me.
That incident very much so put the distance between her and I,
But I also realize that it reinforced the trust I had within my mother, by finding the courage at 7, to risk losing her by telling her the truth.
And to my "Mothers Other Daughter" whom stalks this blog looking for anything she can to discredit me in MY MOTHERS heart, I hope you realize that all the energy that you put forth into lying, manipulating and scheming comes back to haunt you in the form of Karma. FORGIVENESS IS NOT AN OPTION.
After I wrote this, I looked on Face Book and found this more recent Picture of Paul P, He is the very tall black man in this picture. If you think It's wrong of me to rip this image offline and post it with this story, then just think how wrong it is to steal the innocence of a 7 year old.
Blood washes Away
Sometimes we tuck those bad memories and incidents far away and deep down inside, and sometimes they pop up without prior notice, And most of the time they manifest themselves into some other fucked up baggage we carry around, even if our hands are already full.
Drama goes on with people that are connected to my mothers blood lines.
I don't really consider them family anymore, due to my judgments of their behavior.
I don't consider blood thicker than water. I consider TRUST thicker than everything.
And on that note it conjures up some not so pretty details from my childhood, that I feel may have some importance today in my life and chosen to disconnect with my mothers other daughter, and anyone else from that side.
When I was 7, we lived in Cambridge Massachusetts. We lived in this high rise apartment complex of 3 buildings, The building called 808 was the one we lived in, it was 10 stories high. and lots of apartments with family's and such, most of us all knew each other, Kinda like a small community. we went to each-others birthday parties, and celebrated holiday's together and created some very long lived bonds.
I lived on the 8th floor, and my best friend lived on the 3rd floor.
One afternoon I was leaving her apartment and going upstairs to mine, I got on the elevator and it stopped on the 5th floor. One of the older boy's got on, I knew him, His name was Paul Poindexter, He had other brothers as well, he was the tallest of them, actually he was rather large for his age, and a little slower mentally than the other kids his age, He wasn't as popular as his brothers. Even at age 7, I could tell that something was a little off about him.
He was about 16 then.
After he got on, he asked me where I was going, I said, I was going home, he pulled me off the elevator earlier than my stop, and down the hallway to the "Dark Staircase".
There were 2 Staircases, the light one which had windows and was overly bright, and the dark one with no windows, that you could barely see your hand in front of you, I mean almost pitch black.
He sat down on the bottom stair, and I was facing him standing, he started to rub my lower back, I started to cry. he begged me to stop my crying, as his hand went further down the back of my pants. He rubbed my 7 year old butt, and the more wrong this got the louder my cry's were.
He told me he would let me go, but that if I told anyone he would hurt my parents.
I wasn't raped in the sense of penetration, but I was fondled and I was very aware that this should not be happening.
I ran to my apartment, my mother let me in, and I locked ALL of the locks on the door, and turned around with a face full of tears and snot, and said to my mother" Mommy if I tell you something will you promise not to tell anyone in the whole wide world"?
Quickly I found myself at the hospital getting an very embarrassing physical ( rape ) exam and asked to draw pictures of the incident.
Then later in family court, as my mother dropped the charges against him on the terms that he get mental/psychological help.
The entire building was a buzz about the incident. My then SISTER didn't seem to stay away from the Poindexter family.
I avoided him at all cost, not only did I avoid him, but when ever I had to enter the elevator I would go to the main lobby and call upstairs to my parents and tell them that I was heading up, so they would look for me, and for the rest of the time that I lived in 808 I never got on the elevator with strangers.
A few years later at the age of 10, did my OCD ( hair pulling) start, at the time people were saying that I was pulling my hair out to make myself unattractive. Studies show that most people with Trichotillamania are young prepubescent girls whom have experienced some sort of trauma.
Later when we moved from Cambridge to Boston, the Poindexters moved to Boston as well and owned a bar around the corner from us, I spotted Paul walking down the street when I was 15 once again, all of the timid little girl feelings came flooding back, And I made sure I wasn't noticed.
My Sister went and worked for them at the bar as soon as she found out they were in the neighborhood.
Never did she once ever address the situation on how it made me feel. Never did she care what that incident had done to me, She felt more remorse for him and how he had been labeled by the 808 community, whom soon forgot anyway, then she cared what it did to me.
That incident very much so put the distance between her and I,
But I also realize that it reinforced the trust I had within my mother, by finding the courage at 7, to risk losing her by telling her the truth.
And to my "Mothers Other Daughter" whom stalks this blog looking for anything she can to discredit me in MY MOTHERS heart, I hope you realize that all the energy that you put forth into lying, manipulating and scheming comes back to haunt you in the form of Karma. FORGIVENESS IS NOT AN OPTION.
After I wrote this, I looked on Face Book and found this more recent Picture of Paul P, He is the very tall black man in this picture. If you think It's wrong of me to rip this image offline and post it with this story, then just think how wrong it is to steal the innocence of a 7 year old.
So as you can see I haven't shot a Set for SG in some time, I rather just maintain the blog and not have to re sign a contract at my age.
But the good news is a few months ago Steve Prue and I shot a quick one for Late Night Feelings and it's finally up. you can go there to see lots of erotic goodies and blogs, or just follow the link below to get right down to business.
Mini Set
Things are busy, shooting a lot and getting ready for a few model gigs too.
Paris is just 2 months away. I may squeeze in a shoot there, as a friend photographer is going to be there the same week as well.
Stay Cool!
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I love it, My Faves consist of mostly pretty model pix and puppies!
here is Mine
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I love it, My Faves consist of mostly pretty model pix and puppies!
here is Mine
Gratuitous Vagina
Odd Title I know,
Over the past year, my shoots have contained lots of pink. I am somewhat holding out on making them public, sure a few leak out here and there. but I am not really holding them back for fear of judgment, mostly
Wolf189
because I am starting to ponder that they should come out in a metaphorical flood.
Like an entire body of work.
A masterpiece comprised of various artist whom I have entrusted to shoot my privates in positions I previously had qualms with.
But for what reason? Not to turn people on or shock them, I don't want to insult my viewers.
I rather for it to just be the simple reason of " why not" and if so do it bigger than piece by piece. I know the tease and titillation is way more appealing, but sometimes going balls out is the way to go, lol, Ok no balls, just labia and clitoris.
I am still working on what medium, Will it be a online series, or a actual book. Possibly a week long online event to view. and if so when,
I'm thinking December 5th, My 40th Birthday.
Odd Title I know,
Over the past year, my shoots have contained lots of pink. I am somewhat holding out on making them public, sure a few leak out here and there. but I am not really holding them back for fear of judgment, mostly
Wolf189
because I am starting to ponder that they should come out in a metaphorical flood.
Like an entire body of work.
A masterpiece comprised of various artist whom I have entrusted to shoot my privates in positions I previously had qualms with.
But for what reason? Not to turn people on or shock them, I don't want to insult my viewers.
I rather for it to just be the simple reason of " why not" and if so do it bigger than piece by piece. I know the tease and titillation is way more appealing, but sometimes going balls out is the way to go, lol, Ok no balls, just labia and clitoris.
I am still working on what medium, Will it be a online series, or a actual book. Possibly a week long online event to view. and if so when,
I'm thinking December 5th, My 40th Birthday.
