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Photography by Ernst Alexander

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Update # 2:

Boy note 1 - My crush on the beautiful creature has diminished. Sadly.
Who knows, maybe being wild and free and careless on both parts can only take you so far before it becomes stagnant since no one can take a next step.
But I am obviously continuing to fuck him, so all is good.

Boy note 2 - I am indulging in a thing with this guy who followed me around a bar like a puppy until I let him eat my pussy while repeatedly pulling his head away to slap his face.
While he strikes me as a little too bashful, a little too un-athletic and a little too submissive to actually sleep with, I am having a hard time not wanting to try out his cock, which appeared to be able to bruise my cervix in the best way.
And I have discovered, in interaction, he has this weirdly filthy primal strength to him, which may or may not prove interesting.

EDIT: Well, this is amusing.

I was just trying to save his number to my phone, upon which it tells me I already am using that number.

Apparently, in some hazy night god knows when lost in alcoholic fog, I had already received and saved it under the glorious name of "Pisser".

*snortgiggle* That's how Frau Temper treats boys more often than not.

(Which, in german, is obviously more of an insult than to be taken literally.)

At least now that mystery is cleared up, I had wondered who the hell that was the other night, while calling someone else starting with P.

Boy note 3 - My self proclaimed slave (I find the term silly) is moving from N�rnberg to Berlin for me. He wants to rent an apartment "for us" in order to be my pet. Full time.
I'm going to have to arrange something less stifling.


Stellaris note - Her set I shot is viewable!







Feel free to a) leave love and b) critique my work. I'd be grateful.


Travel note - I have just now booked a flight to New York from November 18th - 23rd. If anyone wants to meet, and I have time, and you are not some gross slob, let me know.


Picture update:

Stell and I (and Horace) by Philip Bruederle:







All he wanted was lesbian porn. It got pretty annoying after a while.


Previous entry, still cute:

Twenty-seven. Time for my rockstar death:

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In those pictures, my boys: Daniel, Marcel, Inge, Triston, Andrew, Zeynel, my favorite toy Justin who sneers at myspace and is unlinkable, and not exactly boyish Stellaris.

Shot by Hektikproductions, of course.

I am in complete and utter love, awe, adoration with, at and about all parties involved. Love. Words can't express.
I keep staring at how beautiful they all are. Their attendance was the most morbid birthday present imaginable.

Even though organizing the endeavor was like training a pack of unruly fleas, whilst bargaining and getting the hotel suite for free and gathering all props and clothes (nearly all of the admittedly skimpy and scant clothing is made by me), I am still and infinitely elated by not just the blast we had shooting it, but the orgiastic end results.

Love.

I keep lapsing into mad giggle fits.

It was one of those projects (similar to the Kalt Am Arsch series on the 2nd half of this page) that are absolutely set in stone in your mind, you know EXACTLY what you need it to end up like, from who participates to who snorts drugs off who's ass, and just act like a bulldozer in planning and shifting obstacles and erasing faults and threatening to poop on everybody's head who doesn't show up.

I mean, it is my own death. You need to get that right.

Which may or may not be why my "friends" do things such as this to me:

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My friends think I'm Hitler. I need no enemies.

Some other quaint little outtakes, of which there are more here:

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Enjoying myself immensely by feeding Hektikmarcel the chunks swimming in my fake vomit.





Two surprisingly nice portraits of Zeynel and Inge:





Quick piercing session:





The, uh. Cock fight:



And ultimately, check out Homer's face:

I'd like to end this with a few of Triston's words:

Next:


Long, long, long overdue, but:

Thank you for your birthday wishes.

It's hard for me to reply to everyone, I am extremely busy and sleepless. But reading your comments and messages was lovely. Thanks.




Rough update on my life:

I make clothes like these:



Shoot pictures of Horace like these:



Save puppies like Odin (I didn't name him) from an ill fated life:





Story:

Spoon with Horace:



Have drinks at the local watering hole with Horace:



Take care of hurt paws for Horace:



And afterwards hold meetings in which we discuss our new findings, statistics and future firm politics:



Sometimes I take the train and see a camel reading the paper:



Yeah.

Otherwise, same procedure as every year. Boys, parties, alcohol. Surprisingly few drugs though. I feel pretty relaxed about that.

And.
I am embarrassing myself, but I confess to having a crush on that boy that has been mentioned. Really sort of really. We'll see how long it lasts, that crush, but at the moment it's increasing my pleasure in life enormously.

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Dude. He's hot.

There's a super classy and high quality beer out of Saxony called "Waidbauer".

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Considering how Sachsen pronounce the english language and the tendency of the inhabitants being somewhat sort of fascist sometimes, I can't believe that name is a coincidence...

Ah, and. There's a super classy and high quality beer from Berlin called "Pilsator". Read backwards, it sounds just like "red undies". Adorable, no?


(I'm very proficient at changing the subject, aren't I? Diversion successful.)


Random newish picture:



(^^ I have ten million of that shoot, but they bore me.)


The FAQs:

Remember, if you know me and see I've forgotten a crucial question, please tell me.

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Temper, how come you speak english so good?

It's "well". I speak english well.
My mother is german and my father american. I have dual citizenship, grew up bilingual, and have no discernable german accent. I do however pronounce a few words differently. I blame this on an environment in which when I speak english, it's not with americans of one single region, but to any english native speaker from anywhere in the world, and any traveller who's second language it is.
I was born and raised in Berlin but spent a great deal of time in the US, I visited my relatives regularly when I was a kid.
Before you ask, I'm not telling you where from my father is, it's embarrassing.
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Ok, no. Not from there. Not there either.
Ok, it's in New England.
In a two hour drive radius from Boston. I'm not divulging any more, but people there are fat.


I am interested in some items of clothing you make! Where can I get them?

Thanks!

Until I get the shop on my website running, you can check the Ustrendy Store for the items that are currently for sale.
If you have any questions about them or other pieces you have seen in my pic folders, just send me a pm.

You're pretty, can I get you to model for me? I have this great idea.

Probably not, since a) you're not near me and too poor to pay a flight, or b) chances are I won't agree that your idea is that great. It just has to be more interesting than anything I've done before, and of high photo quality. If you cannot offer this, please refrain from asking. If you can, I'll be delighted to hear from you and think you're grand.

What do you do in your spare time? Let's chat!

I have no spare time, and no. I have no AIM, messenger, anything. It sucks away your life and I waste too much time anyway.
I sew clothes, take care of Horace, have sex with Inge random hot strangers that aren't really as good perhaps are stunning in an unexpected way, and then things happen to me, of which you can read in my journal. Most probably, there is nothing else I feel like divulging to you, but thanks for asking.

Are you a dude? Drag queen? Tranny? Post op? Pre op?

Alas, no. Although I reeeeeally like the confusion my appearance causes.
I'm a woman, always have been, probably always will be. All women in my family are like this ~ we have symmetrical features, next to zero body fat and gain muscle tissue quickly when exercising. My super glamorous grandmother bragged about her biceps and instructed me how to superbly show it off on her 72nd birthday.

Come on. Can't you show your pussy at least once to prove that?

No.
I don't show pink in my sets. My pussy is sacred, only I chose who sees her and who doesn't. If you want to know what she looks like, be super hot, very awesome, extremely enticing and in my area, and I will show you. Gladly.
There are however one or three pictures in my folders that allow a glimpse.

*gasp!* Is it true that you are married to super hot pornstar SG Adria, the beautiful waif with pastel colored mohawk and big boobs? The one who is Zak Smith's girlfriend and I would sell my grandmother to even kiss her tiny toes?

Yes. Yes I am.
We married in Disneyland, after being picked up by a limo and picking up select porn star guests, Adria delicately puked into a champagne flute that was passed to me in the back, where I emptied it out the window, I was blindfolded until the very last second when I was bumped into the most insane ride on the planet, and we said: "I do!" and kissed while being penetrated by It's a small world after all, then we went on Space Mountain and saw fireworks and I decided I wanted a job as some Disney character, just because it seems like an easy job when drunk, and the entire time, we looked like post apocalyptic cinderellas in dreamy dresses of vulgar fake pearls, organza and tulle. And duct tape.
The simple plan.
Thank you, Zak.

Why do you keep declining my friends request? I paid four dollars!

Probably because you've never bothered to introduce yourself and your profile reveals either nothing, or that you are either boring or dumb. Or a spamming hopeful.
That's basically it. Oh, and if you keep requesting, I'll totally make fun of you in the germany group. It brings lulz.

Leeet meeee intoooo theee Germany Groooooup!

*sigh* Please read the group rules, adhere to what is written, and reapply. Quit whining.

Why are you such an arrogant and judgemental bitch?

I don't really feel I am, however if it's the case, then presumably just because I can.

No really, you can't be like your internet persona. What are you like in real life?

I'm like Eric Cartman if he was hot.