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JUNE 14, 2013 @ 11:05 AM | 28 COMMENTS


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"Ace" (which was only in Member Review for two shakes of a lamb's tail, thanks to you guys!) was shot just a couple months after I met him. I shot in his t-shirt, &thought of him the entire shoot, something I was never compelled to do before him. We were together for another year &a half after that, &then things were rocky. We had ups &downs, went back &forth. A month or two ago, I chose those lyrics as the intro to my set...lyrics that, had I continued typing, would have spelled out exactly where I was, exactly what I felt. But in the last week, I've realized it's a ship that's already sailed.

"If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life."
-Oscar Wilde



Oh, if only.

But these shores are lonely &I'm afraid I'll let the tide take me if I keep looking out to sea. Let the wind &the waves carry you where they may, wherever is right, but today is the day I turn my back for good, &walk back into town without a glance over my shoulder.

It's bittersweet, but don't worry about me. This is a good thing, as difficult as it may be.

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I'm so lucky to have you all in my life, in all of the ways that I do.
Thank you. <3

Check out "Ace" | Facebook | Instagram: @fuckingdangerous | twitter: @LyxzenSuicide

JUNE 6, 2013 @ 09:25 AM | 45 COMMENTS


Aw, geez! I was so busy with work this week that I completely forgot about "Ace" hitting Member Review yesterday!


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Cherry shot this set a couple years back, at the Ace Hotel here in Portland. (Fun fact: also shot in this same room were Silencia's "Doll Harem" set and Ajilee's "Study Hour" set. )


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Cherry is one of my favorite SG photographers because she works in a way that just seems so effortlessly beautiful. &in a way, I think that it is for her -- she has a true artists' eye. (Almost everything she captures looks like a still from some gorgeous movie!) I feel like I say this with every set that comes out, but I really think it's my favorite set that I've shot to date, for so many reasons.


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If you haven't seen it yet, check it out, &just try to tell me Cherry isn't incredible! ("Ace" in Member Review, yo.)

I'm guessing a lot of you agree with me, though:

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That's a lot of sweet words &lovely feedback! You guys are just fantastic, &I always appreciate the great things you say. Makes me go like this:

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&as always, if we aren't Facebook friends, &all that jazz, here's where you can find me:
Facebook | Instagram: @fuckingdangerous | twitter: @LyxzenSuicide
MAY 18, 2013 @ 10:54 PM | 44 COMMENTS


I've typed &deleted probably close to a hundred sentences trying to start this blog. Suffice to say, we all have our struggles. We all piece together what we know about each other, but it's never a complete picture, never a complete person.

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You don't know that my two days off this week were spent trying to get past the anxiety of making a phone call, just enough to call a new therapist for an appointment. I did very little else, besides stress &try to calm myself down. You don't know that there's someone dear to me that I worry may never let someone get close enough to love her the way that she deserves, because of someone else who destroyed her trust &took advantage of her. You don't know that someone in my family is dying from poisoning herself, &that I can't bring myself to be near her because the resentment hasn't subsided, because that the guilt that I can't let go weighs heavy on my shoulders. You don't know that I had to say goodbye to someone I love dearly, in order to preserve a far deeper love, &now I have neither.

BUT. You also don't know that I've secretly read 136 pages of another friend's Tumblr, &I love her &her brain &her heart so much more for her words &the words she finds worthwhile, even though I've never said anything about it. You don't know that I have friends who will listen to me sob into phones at 2 &3 am, then, without a single stutter, assuage my everything with words like pale pink ribbons. You don't know that I'd still go to the ends of the earth for those who've hurt me most, &I'm pretty sure they'd get pretty close for me, too, despite all of our everythings.

"I wonder how many people I've looked at all my life and never seen."
-John Steinbeck, Winter of Our Discontent



I wrote paragraphs &paragraphs more, &deleted them. To be a bit more succinct: &I don't know the things you don't wear on your sleeve, don't know the things not sewn in scarlet letters across your chest. But it's okay. So long as I remember this, &you remember that, &we leave a little extra room to be loved in whatever way a stranger can love us.

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(Some photos stolen from Persephone, Toxic, Venus, thelabrat, metalmohawk, &a couple of friends who aren't on SG.)



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I'm here. I'm alive. I'm mostly well. &I am loved. (This is my mantra.)

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(From an old/new set, shot by Cherry. Keep an eye out for "Ace" in June!)

Facebook | Instagram: @fuckingdangerous | twitter: @LyxzenSuicide

"Be happy for no reason, like a child. If you are happy for a reason, you're in trouble, because that reason can be taken from you."
-Deepak Chopra

MAY 4, 2013 @ 12:11 AM | 47 COMMENTS


"What do you want from me? Cos I've given you everything. What do you need from me? Are you not happy with anything? Is it not good enough? Am I not good enough? Have I not gave enough? Tell me what do you want from me. Tell me what you want."

I know most of the answers. :/

I need more cheery-uppy things, guys. Lay on the kitten videos, .gifs of animals running into things, photos of Kary Perry's boobs, &whatever else you've got.
MARCH 28, 2013 @ 08:50 PM | 33 COMMENTS


Portland people! (Or those that are close enough!) I'll be at Floating World Comics tomorrow evening at 5, along with a whole bunch of other babesicles, to sign your copies of Hard Girls, Soft Light! After that, we'll be at the afterparty at the Matador!

Come say hi, okay??
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These are the other babes that will be there:

Radeo


Rigel


Silencia


Toxic


Selene


Venus


Dali

Maybe a couple other girls, too! Seriously, I've met almost all of these ladies myself, &if you think they're hot on the website, you're gonna lose your mind, cos they're even more gorgeous in person.

FEBRUARY 27, 2013 @ 12:13 AM | 42 COMMENTS


My life is I am best described in pictures of cats these days.
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JANUARY 27, 2013 @ 10:57 AM | 94 COMMENTS


It's my birthday today!

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DECEMBER 30, 2012 @ 10:11 PM | 42 COMMENTS


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I've been in a weird spot the last few months, asking a lot of questions &searching for answers to questions I haven't yet figured out how to ask. I've laughed &cried &hugged people, all harder than I ever have before. My friends (including a few "internet friends" ) have been there for me in more profound ways than I could have imagined. They've helped pull out the figurative shards of glass &tend to my wounds, or at the very least, bring me bandages when I had none.

I've kept some form of online journal for more than half my life now. Some entries have been rambling lists of weird shit I liked back then, or quotes from songs by bands I don't listen to anymore. Others, though, are things that I don't know how I wrote...Reading through them, I'm not even embarrassed about the majority of them! They're things that are sometimes beautiful &eloquent, &usually a little weird. &even if I don't always remember what or who I was writing about, they still stir something up in me. I wrote these things when I was 17, 19, 22 years old. All of the best ones were far more personal, &those I'll keep for myself, but here are a few I don't mind sharing:

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10:58pm 14/10/2007 // soy verdad lo que piensas.
i hope that if you ever need to feel someone elses heartbeat through their fingertips, my blood is warm enough. i hope you know that if youre ever having a problem, or if youre ever feeling like you dont know me anymore, or you anymore, or anything anymore, i will always make you tea and let you put your head on my lap while i pet you and listen to you. i hope that if you ever have secrets, we can lay down in the dark and you can send them down my throat. (&know that ill digest them all.) &i hope words are enough to convince you, cos theyre the only thing enough to convince me.

06:40pm 16/05/2005
this part is for starting over, growing up and out of old habits and stupid contradictions. this part is for sticking with it, holding my own hand through everything i used to be afraid of.

im sorry it looks like a line in a list. cocking heads to the left or right, it could be, but however crooked my spine might be, subjects and formats and methods, all completely different, its the last line of the best essay ive ever written.

you were there, and i was, and they were, and he is. none of us ever needed people to roll their eyes and walk away, to say "attention" and "dramatic." none of us needed masks or fake laughs, and thats all we had. we couldnt have kept grip without latches holding things down, without scribbles on post-its in the back of notebooks to remind us who to try to be more like. and instead of eye contact, youre driving back to the city to your own plateau. everyone does, everyone does.

there are hands to hold and hair to rake into crowns and heartrates increased and swelling gone down and skulls down on pillows with eyes shut inside and hymns that youll hum as youre driving at night. hes got lies that hell tell like theyre the only thing old and shell take them and twist them and type them in bold. stop kicking the wall and stubbing your toes, theres a rectangled glass in front of your nose. dont expect, regret, or over-dissect, but the limbs that youre flailing dont worry them yet. but even the greatest things can turn a heart into stone, skin into bones, and that is just the way things are sometimes.

06:11pm 22/01/2005
i just dont know what to say or do or feel or put down on paper or on this screen...i just dont understand how these things can be so instant, or how things take forever and ever when everyone knows thats not the way things should be. would you rather have an answer, or just blind faith? i dont know if i want to know if theres a treasure map for all of this, with sixty million ways to get to that tiny x, or if when i get there it will all have been some person trying to sell me more garbage i dont need that wont get me anywhere. im sorry, this is awful. and thats my point. why should i write in this? not for you. definitely not for you.

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&when i stood up just then, i was so fucking dizzy. the blood just doesnt know what circles its supposed to be going in, i guess. its always that my heart pumps it all out too fast, or it keeps it in there a lot longer than its supposed to. and how do you tell your heart to do something different? its not like its going to listen either way. its not like you can just trace out a map in the air or down your legs, tell it "this is where youre supposed to put that." i guess its always been like that and we just never noticed. we were just too busy to figure out there was something at the bottom of this, some other rhyme or reason these fingertips never thawed, some rhyme or reason i never felt anything when you touched me. and how do you explain this to someone? it just wouldnt make any sense. "my plumbing and electrical systems, one sometimes stalls and it fucks up the other one..." it only hurts their brains hearing something like that. "but i cant explain you with a book..." and they just dont know what to think or say or where to go for fucking lunch.

12:58am 25/07/2004
&sometimes i want to shake you up and put you inside my stomach, where you can hear my heart beat best; where a thousand tiny winged things tangle themselves in each others limbs every fucking time i think about you. &sometimes i want to stir you up and pour you out in the blood behind my eyes, where, if you didnt drown, &i know you wouldnt, youd be the first not to; where cells dont whisper anything, everythings over the loudspeaker (even if there are nineteen different vocal distortions). &sometimes i want to suck you in and tuck you in the corner of my mouth, where you can sing every note for me when i dont feel right; where you can taste exactly what you are to me. &sometimes i want to crumple you up and start all over, just cos i know nothings that perfect.

&sometimes i want to smash this computer &hope that [instead of my head imploding] everything i put into it leaks out somewhere else in my life.

24th August 2003 10:17pm:
>>i like the taste of these::
exoskeletal . shiver . revision
bombast . decay . complaisant
vandalism . profusion . tragic
suite . alkaline . chimerical
queue . compunction . treatise

but i would like the taste of some more fucking soba noodles even more!



I don't write about soba noodles anymore (well, I guess I just did), but I've reverted back to a secret blog elsewhere. Maybe someday I'll share it...when its'/I'm ready.

For now, I wake up trying to figure out a little more each day. I instinctively want to distract myself from the difficult shit, (Most nights, I can't fall asleep without the tv on.) but maybe I need to wallow a bit, trudge through it instead of walking 'round the perimeter. (Lord, do I need some Wellies.) I do read a lot more, &take down notes &whichever lines make my heart swell the most. I listen to music in a different way, I feel more connected to my friends, &I breathe a little bit deeper for days my breath is shallow. I'm feeling more like myself &simultaneously like I have farther to go than I ever have. Boy am I sorry to the people who read my blogs for the photos these days, haha.

I'm like this &like that &it's really not so hard to figure out, because I'm honest &pretty forthright, &even if there's one thing I think or feel, it's not so hard to make me think &rethink, or even to change my mind, if you do it with conviction. I am so taken aback by this quote, &try as I might, I can't put into words all of the other things I feel about it. Just...yeah.

"Go after her. Fuck, don't sit there and wait for her to call, go after her because that's what you should do if you love someone, don't wait for them to give you a sign cause it might never come, don't let people happen to you, don't let me happen to you, or her, she's not a fucking television show or tornado. There are people I might have loved had they gotten on the airplane or run down the street after me or called me up drunk at four in the morning because they need to tell me right now and because they cannot regret this and I always thought I'd be the only one doing crazy things for people who would never give enough of a fuck to do it back or to act like idiots or be entirely vulnerable and honest and making someone fall in love with you is easy and flying 3000 miles on four days notice because you can't just sit there and do nothing and breathe into telephones is not everyone's idea of love but it is the way I can recognize it because that is what I do. Go scream it and be with her in meaningful ways because that is beautiful and that is generous and that is what loving someone is, that is raw and that is unguarded, and that is all that is worth anything, really."-Harvey Milk



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But all the hard work, all the good karma, all the hope &forgiveness &journal entries in the world can't change things, can't make it be the right time, can't change other people.

"If you don't love yourself, how in the hell you gonna love somebody else?"-RuPaul



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DECEMBER 19, 2012 @ 07:56 PM | 61 COMMENTS




Thailand is really fucking hot.

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As you walk around Bangkok, smells rotate between must, sweat, garbage, car/bus/motorcycle exhaust, raw chicken, unidentifiable cooking meat, &what I only know as "that one fish that smells like pus." It's crowded, &takes a while to figure out how to get around or find addresses. Everyone stares &compliments your tattoos, but even the nicest people want to charge you more for anything they can because you're obviously not Thai. A decent but still cheap meal is between 30 and 150 Baht, or about $1-5 US, &even if you're careful, there's a good chance you'll get sick from it. I did. Violently, even. The birds here sound extra cute, for some reason, pipping &chirping in the trees &on the edge of buildings.There are friendly stray cats everywhere, &everyone takes care of them collectively. There are stray dogs, too, but they just run around, mostly out of control. One chased me, barking wildly &snapping at the bottle of please-help-me-feel-less-shitty-Gatorade in my 7-Eleven bag. Garbage cans aren't really a thing in most areas. There are tiny &pristine shrines to the Buddha everywhere, &enormous ones all over, too. I saw a rat carefully maneuver his way to the front of one of these shrines, try to eat incense ashes, &then retreat in embarrassment. Thai people have a great deal of respect for tradition &religious customs, but rats don't.Tuk tuk drivers aren't afraid of running you over -- they assume you'll get out of their way. If you're anywhere near Japanese tourists, so many of them will ask to take a photo with you &your tattoos. Riding the SkyTrain, you'll think these people are nuts for wearing so much clothing with temperatures this high. There are far more tiny lizards scurrying around than there are bugs, but, fuck, are they ever huge when you do see cockroaches. There are dozens of Wats sprinkled all over, from the ornate-but-modestly-sized temples to the opulence of the Grand Palace. If you have a lot of extra money, you can take small trips to gorgeous beaches or do cool shit like feeding baby tigers at a monastery three hours from the city. My last day in Thailand, I did the latter, &it was every bit as surreal as you think it'd be.




India is really huge, but Delhi in particular is a crazy juxtaposition of enormous corporate buildings &shanty-town slums.

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It's not as hot up north as it is in Thailand, but a lot of the smells are the same, minus as much meat. There are even less garbage cans, &the trash is just about every single place you look down. Traffic lanes &stop lights are merely suggestions, &I suspect there aren't any traffic laws. The sound of horns honking is steady &unrelenting. Cows wander against &across traffic, in all directions, some led by cattle herders &others possibly wild. Taxi &rickshaw drivers will ask you personal questions about your career &your marriage (or lack thereof), but these topics aren't considered unusual or rude here.There are people shouting over one another, asking you where you're from &trying to sell you things &scam you in ways that don't even make sense. Again, you're a foreigner, so you're a walking dollar sign. The food &accommodations are cheap here, too, but just as suspect as in Thailand. Advertising celebrates all things Westernized, from wildly-colored billboards featuring countless American brands to the multitudes of "lightening beauty creams" targeted at Indian women. That broke my heart. You can take a train to Agra, the town where the Taj Mahal stands, for about 650 Rupees, or $13 US, for a nice, air-conditioned car with a good bit of privacy, but that's only if you can figure out their ridiculous ticket purchase system. Once you're there, you either walk through the slums or take a shoddy taxi to your hotel or wherever. The eagerness everyone approaches with when offering their services makes you wonder if you're going to be kidnapped. Five times a day, the call to prayer blasts from speakers in the areas with the most Muslims, but it's too noisy to really notice it except the 5:30am call. Electricity even in the nicest hotels goes out a few times a day, but at least the nicer places have back-up generators. There are even more cows, just hanging out &eating garbage, &they give you the warmest stares. There are more stray dogs &cats wandering, wild pigs along the roadside &monkeys sitting on rooftops eating stolen snacks.That Taj Mahal I mentioned is swarming with people more interested in taking a photo to show they were there than actually experiencing it's grandeur. It's grounds are mind-blowing, maybe made even more so in stark contrast to the families washing clothes in the Yamuna River just to the North of the of the tomb. Most of all, leaving India is the biggest &most exhausting ordeal you'll ever experience, &if you're me, you will cry out of frustration.





You will cry a lot, the whole time, really...

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&eventually take a much earlier flight home if you're me, even after a good friend spends hours on the phone with the booking company &airlines to rearrange your flights so that you can still continue on your trip, just in an abridged &slightly less crazy format. You will still leave much earlier, if you're me, &skip Costa Rica altogether, because there's no way you're going to survive another two weeks of all this, &besides, there's someone back home you'd rather be traveling with, anyways. If you're me, you will return to your own bed finally, with vertigo, a head cold, &a body that begs for days of sleep.



So right now, that's where I am. I'm a little better, but my body still aches, my heart aches, &my head spins &rocks at random intervals. My love...well, things were better &now they aren't, &I don't know what to do about that. I don't suppose there's much I can do anymore. I still love him with every ounce of my being &then some, but it's a lost cause if he doesn't feel the same way.

I've got a completely different perspective in so many ways, from appreciating my friends &family, my home, &my country so much more, to feeling calmer &more patient inside. I'm at another crossroads, though. &I have a lot to figure out. All I want is to fast-forward &be happily married, living in an amazing place with enormous windows, &making a generous living petting cats. Why can't that be my reality, eh? miao!!

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NOVEMBER 28, 2012 @ 03:06 PM | 36 COMMENTS


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