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What do you all feel are reasonable terms for a content trade shoot? Stuff like what the pictures can be used for by each party and how fast the photos are delivered after the shoot and what sort of credits are given and where?

I need a hot salt and oil bath.

I need a hot salt and oil bath.

Four hours of three different medical offices. And now I get to deal with the travel agent who fucked up my Vegas reservations.

Four hours of three different medical offices. And now I get to deal with the travel agent who fucked up my Vegas reservations.

Just for the record, I think the backstabbing and secretive trash talkers who made a site like Fetish Gossip happen have only themselves to blame. However, I think it is just dandy that Scott Church posts naked photos of himself. When I am World Dictator, far more guys will post personal nudes to the internet. Unlike a lot of people who think they are fetish photographers (or whatever term is trendy this week) I shoot my own vision and I shoot both men and women. People need to get over their FEAR OF THE COCK.

Just for the record, I think the backstabbing and secretive trash talkers who made a site like Fetish Gossip happen have only themselves to blame. However, I think it is just dandy that Scott Church posts naked photos of himself. When I am World Dictator, far more guys will post personal nudes to the internet. Unlike a lot of people who think they are fetish photographers (or whatever term is trendy this week) I shoot my own vision and I shoot both men and women. People need to get over their FEAR OF THE COCK.

My ankle hurts and I am hungry and my email has been down all day.

My ankle really hurts and I’m hungry.

My ankle hurts and I am hungry and my email has been down all day.

My ankle really hurts and I’m hungry.

Tonight I went out again despite the crutches. Wow, is crutching around in the Hollywood Hills not the easiest, but it was a friend’s birthday, so I had to go and it was fun to get out. The hostess and Forrest and a writer pal of mine made sure I was a-ok and people were actually super-considerate. Ankle really aches now, but hopefully it will still prove healthy enough to ditch the crutches when I go back to the doctor next week. Here are a few pix from my evening. More at this link. If you appear in any of the pictures, please feel free to repost them in your own journal or personal free site unaltered.

It took me longer than it should have to realize that two of the fun shirtless young circuit-looking boys were actually twins, rather than one really active guy. Kudos to the birthday girl for turning the tables on the usual ratios at Hollywood parties.

The birthday girl and my super helpful friend at lesbian o’clock. Pajama time.

Forrest and longtime pal and editor of gothic.net. I had them give me the serious men of the world pose. They were somewhat agreeable about it.

Tonight I went out again despite the crutches. Wow, is crutching around in the Hollywood Hills not the easiest, but it was a friend’s birthday, so I had to go and it was fun to get out. The hostess and Forrest and a writer pal of mine made sure I was a-ok and people were actually super-considerate. Ankle really aches now, but hopefully it will still prove healthy enough to ditch the crutches when I go back to the doctor next week. Here are a few pix from my evening. More at this link. If you appear in any of the pictures, please feel free to repost them in your own journal or personal free site unaltered.

It took me longer than it should have to realize that two of the fun shirtless young circuit-looking boys were actually twins, rather than one really active guy. Kudos to the birthday girl for turning the tables on the usual ratios at Hollywood parties.

The birthday girl and my super helpful friend at lesbian o’clock. Pajama time.

Forrest and longtime pal and editor of gothic.net. I had them give me the serious men of the world pose. They were somewhat agreeable about it.

Fuck but I feel like I’ve aged a bunch in the past year. I just feel so old and brittle. Who the fuck takes seven or eight months for a sprain to heal or two months and counting for a tiny little fucking broken bone? I meant to make a doctor’s appointment today, but I was in sort of a brain fog and the day just slipped away. I’m sick of being either low blood sugar or feverish. None of the stupid elimination diets work. I get new xrays in a bit over a week and please please please let them show that I can start walking again.

I’m feeling really happy about a bunch of personal stuff. Pleased with my work progress. Eager to hang out with my friends. Looking forward to travel. Super optimistic about the prospects for 2005.

How can I feel so horrible physically but pretty good emotionally and psychologically?

There are just so many little errands I need to run that I can’t. I’ve got a check in a stamped and addressed envelope I want to mail on my desk and I have to wait for someone else to do it for me. Little stuff like that is driving me nuts. I’ve only been getting groceries like once a week and I’m constantly pissed off at some little thing I can’t just go pick up. My skin is all aggravated from the stress and I know I’m putting some pounds on being so immobilized. I figure it is better to gain weight and have my ankle heal now than the avoid the nutrition I need so I don’t gain weight but not heal either. But I’m going to need new clothes soon and I won’t be able to drive myself.

I feel like I’m on such a roller-coaster. I think about my writing and my photography and my loved ones and I’m so happy. I think about my physical health and I think I should be put down like a horse with a broken . . . err . . . ankle. Neigh.

I wonder what Scar was telling me just as Forrest snapped this shot. It was a bit of an adventure clubbing on crutches, but she and Forrest took good care of me.

More pictures with less fog at http://www.blueblood.net/boards/showthread.php?t=2307