Darlings, felines, kittens, and lollipop lickers:
Gone away are the ghouls of Halloween, and with it, all the sexy men and women that come out of the nooks and carnnies to dance and wind their bodies to the beats burned onto the black velvet spin of vinyl.
Ah, the kiss of records and of the dj's spell, and the biting lip envy I have to see I missed the opportunity to make it my own dexterous magic. Instead, I can only offer my limbs to the stacks and the crates, having moved on personally from that sphere many moons ago.
Saturday night with a bottle of wine and a bottle of good champagne, left over from my friend's wedding: add one flaky Dabu who sucked and left me stranded with a $25.00 ticket, paid for by my own paltry cash, and replace him with a lovely feline who called randomly, came over while I finished my costume, swilled wine until our bellies gurgled with too much alcohol, and POOF who's Dabu, I don't care, this girl is so much the better!
She doesn't dance but what a lovely glint in her eyes she has as she takes in the scene totally foreign to her: she daoesn't know how to dance. Dear my, sorrows for the bodies that do not dance! Where would my life be without it? No doubt, my body in a dusty grave, having given up long ago, jewels in my clenched fists, their shine dulled by my frustration.
But No! Instead, my head bursts out from the grey blanket that enfolded me for months on end, the rough steely wool that threatened this delicate demon's weed's tremulous grip on the world and her perceived reality around her. No no no! I am alive, again, and I kiss the sand beneath my feet to be here, to find myself above the moth torn clouds, to step with light and too much eagerness in my voice, to shine so brilliantly that people cover their eyes and look for the volume nob.
Ran around the venuw making new friends, tackling old ones, and accepting the arm of Taj who helped me get down the three flights of stairs....gentlemen DO exist, lots of them, to offset the ones whose knuckles touch the ground.
I have been fortunate to find such men in my life, in all areas and expanses of friendship, to family, to strangers, to lovers.
The light of life warms my blood as I find a comfortable harmony with myself, and the outside world.
And that is just Halloween, which I barely even touched in description.
I miss rambling my clack text little voice into the beige belly of the computer beast, but I am so busy that I barely have time to sleep and eat, let alone enjoy the lovely nakedness of the site. Now, when that happens, you KNOW I am busy.
Life should never get so hectic that there isn't time to let my eyes wander over this screen, and yet, it does.
Alas, miss Lag Queen (moi my dears) needs to work on another set, for you all know how I take about the passing of an epoch to send them in. It's cuz Noka has the fly camera equipment, and I have no dough for one that is digital and good. Maybe I should make a plea on the site and start a collection fund:
Help Datura afford a digi camera so you can see her nekked more often, and she can do artwork of her own that isn't 35 mm film.
I am actually what they call a "photographer" but I deign to wear that official crown, but for a while I have been meaning to sell pictures, of me of course, yes yes I know (actually I'm humble humble to a painful end and would feel odd about it perhaps, or maybe not, why not?) but I would like to present some of my other work, if only I would find, or MAKE, the time. Mold it out of the air before me and shape it into a beautiful chunk of free time.
Love to everyone, and smacks on the derriere....
Yours,
D
Bondage Burt and Ernie
Yoda and Dat
I just re-learned how to get images into the journal so here, pics pics pics la la la la la la...
Yeah, I know I'm super cool, perhaps in some other dimension
blur blur bluuuuur
ghetto photo efx
Okay, okay...the devil's weed that hasn't gotten enough sleep has to sign off for now, even if her brain feels like a fatigues light bulb. Too much school, too little sleep, and too much of an upside down weekend that I didn't get back on my feet from yet, because I am sooooooooo tired. L8.
Gone away are the ghouls of Halloween, and with it, all the sexy men and women that come out of the nooks and carnnies to dance and wind their bodies to the beats burned onto the black velvet spin of vinyl.
Ah, the kiss of records and of the dj's spell, and the biting lip envy I have to see I missed the opportunity to make it my own dexterous magic. Instead, I can only offer my limbs to the stacks and the crates, having moved on personally from that sphere many moons ago.
Saturday night with a bottle of wine and a bottle of good champagne, left over from my friend's wedding: add one flaky Dabu who sucked and left me stranded with a $25.00 ticket, paid for by my own paltry cash, and replace him with a lovely feline who called randomly, came over while I finished my costume, swilled wine until our bellies gurgled with too much alcohol, and POOF who's Dabu, I don't care, this girl is so much the better!
She doesn't dance but what a lovely glint in her eyes she has as she takes in the scene totally foreign to her: she daoesn't know how to dance. Dear my, sorrows for the bodies that do not dance! Where would my life be without it? No doubt, my body in a dusty grave, having given up long ago, jewels in my clenched fists, their shine dulled by my frustration.
But No! Instead, my head bursts out from the grey blanket that enfolded me for months on end, the rough steely wool that threatened this delicate demon's weed's tremulous grip on the world and her perceived reality around her. No no no! I am alive, again, and I kiss the sand beneath my feet to be here, to find myself above the moth torn clouds, to step with light and too much eagerness in my voice, to shine so brilliantly that people cover their eyes and look for the volume nob.
Ran around the venuw making new friends, tackling old ones, and accepting the arm of Taj who helped me get down the three flights of stairs....gentlemen DO exist, lots of them, to offset the ones whose knuckles touch the ground.
I have been fortunate to find such men in my life, in all areas and expanses of friendship, to family, to strangers, to lovers.
The light of life warms my blood as I find a comfortable harmony with myself, and the outside world.
And that is just Halloween, which I barely even touched in description.
I miss rambling my clack text little voice into the beige belly of the computer beast, but I am so busy that I barely have time to sleep and eat, let alone enjoy the lovely nakedness of the site. Now, when that happens, you KNOW I am busy.
Life should never get so hectic that there isn't time to let my eyes wander over this screen, and yet, it does.
Alas, miss Lag Queen (moi my dears) needs to work on another set, for you all know how I take about the passing of an epoch to send them in. It's cuz Noka has the fly camera equipment, and I have no dough for one that is digital and good. Maybe I should make a plea on the site and start a collection fund:
Help Datura afford a digi camera so you can see her nekked more often, and she can do artwork of her own that isn't 35 mm film.
I am actually what they call a "photographer" but I deign to wear that official crown, but for a while I have been meaning to sell pictures, of me of course, yes yes I know (actually I'm humble humble to a painful end and would feel odd about it perhaps, or maybe not, why not?) but I would like to present some of my other work, if only I would find, or MAKE, the time. Mold it out of the air before me and shape it into a beautiful chunk of free time.
Love to everyone, and smacks on the derriere....
Yours,
D
Bondage Burt and Ernie
Yoda and Dat
I just re-learned how to get images into the journal so here, pics pics pics la la la la la la...
Yeah, I know I'm super cool, perhaps in some other dimension
blur blur bluuuuur
ghetto photo efx
Okay, okay...the devil's weed that hasn't gotten enough sleep has to sign off for now, even if her brain feels like a fatigues light bulb. Too much school, too little sleep, and too much of an upside down weekend that I didn't get back on my feet from yet, because I am sooooooooo tired. L8.
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halloween looks mentally awesome in the us. gonna have to try it one year