Had breakfast/coffee with friends from out of town. Did multiple shoots. Went to my girl Sabrina’s pals’ party. Now have to do work before I can watch Trigun and go to sleep. Ought to get some sleep because I have to see my trainer tomorrow.
–Amelia G
Time to get ready to go out for a fab night on the town, filled with fabulous people hugging me delightedly and then hitting me up for something free for them and expensive and time-consuming for me. I can hardly wait. Actually, I was supposed to be out the door two and three quarter hours ago. So I guess I can wait.
I feel so overworked, I swear just picking up a contact sheet and a loupe makes BLOOD SPURT FROM MY EYES. I found a new source I may be able to use for my darkroom work, but I still need to find a new source for inspiration and support and some fucking reminder or why I bother doing any of this.
I can’t tell if I have social anxiety or a perfectly valid set of reasons to entirely change what I do for social anything. Unfortunately for me, I believe in Skinnerian conditioning. Thus, so long as I believe it might just be anxiety, I force myself to go.
Q: Would you rather go clubbing or put a nail through your hand?
A: What kind of nail?
–Amelia G
One of the things I love most about living in Los Angeles is getting to see bands which are not on tour and bands which would normally play big halls doing club shows. I got to see Love/Hate play last night and I’ve never seen them play before. I met the new members of Apocalypse Theatre and told Hope that they were the only reason I actually dragged my ass out last night. Which was true. Ran into Barely Evil‘s Lyric S. Not who is sporting cute pink dreads now. Saw Evelyne from Flesh for Eve who has a show coming up I hope I can make it to. Ran into my girl from Tattoo Savage who reminded my ass to send her some stuff. I was also happy to see Kerri from Dead Girls and TC and Tim and a bunch of other people. After I introduced Hope to the billionth person, she was like you sure know a lot of people for claiming to never go out. Which I guess is true. One of the weirdest things about living in LA is that there is always something going on, so I can go out what would be a lot for another city and have it seem like I am a shut-in for LA because I would still miss so much. Too many things going on this weekend to choose. Gonna try to do them all. Ran into the singer from Kettle Cadavar who gave me a video which he promised me would include footage of his cock. Saw Joey Strange for the first time in a while and he didn’t recognize me at first. He said he’d just never seen me outside of fetish events and I was like oh take off the corset and you don’t know me. He pointed out that my hair is different as well as what I would wear to a rock show. Which is all true. Although he recognized Forrest out of leather. Joey told me about a performance he’s got coming up, but his friend was telling me that he has a chow mix and a labrador mix and I want a dog so bad, so I only processed that he was going to be suspended while wearing a gas mask and listening to a song called “Soldier Boy.” Went to an afterparty but only for a little while. An ex of the host had just been bounced before we showed up with the Apox crew, so it was a little weird until he realized they were with us. I get to meet Hope’s dog tomorrow. Whoo-hoo!
–Amelia
Went to Retail Slut’s VIP celebrity shopping night tonight. Bought a Hello Kitty shirt. Booked a magazine cover shoot. Went to Goldfingers to see Apocalypse Theatre. First time at Goldfingers and most probably the last. The venue had them put their equipment outside and a $300 piece of equipment got rain damage. I kind of like the rain we are having right now aside from that, however. Went back to Retail Slut with the Apox crew. Sam Adams pale ale is pretty darn tasty. Waiting for Bossa Nova delivery now. I would starve without them.
–Amelia G
Why is it that whenever I offer a girl a content trade or $$ for doing a photo shoot, she chooses the dough . . . and then later comes up with a bunch of things she wants to use the pictures for? If they want to use the pictures, why can’t they just decide that that is what they want? Grrr.
–Amelia G
Why is going out at night such a chore? I used to live for. I structured my whole life to make it more convenient and now I just don’t feel like it. My hair is even blowdried already. But I’m sitting here in a damp towel trying to figure out an excuse not to go out. Only some old friends from DC are in town and e-mailed that they’d like it if I could meet them and I don’t have a number for them and I really would like to see them.
I can’t tell if it is the internet or Los Angeles or having taken up photography or my own evolution or some combo of the above which makes painting the town red seem like work. I just used to like putting on my cool weirdo clothes and seeing fun bands and hanging out because it was cool. Now everyone I run into is talking about the “industry” I am in and their “career” and how of course the “dream is to get paid for it.”
I want to be successful in every sense, but I am so sick of people with cool hair who turn 30 and all of a sudden they start talking about how “classy” they are and making everything cool I do seem like it is stupid if I’m doing it for free or at personal expense.
I want to do cool things because I enjoy them, because they are good for the scene I enjoy, because I want my life to be art. If the dollar is supposed to be some sort of consolation prize for my scene secretly not being cool at all, I wish I had gone to graduate school and become a management consultant.
–Amelia G
Well, this is my bedroom when I’m in Vegas . . .
Some place Forrest has a photograph of me asleep fully dressed on that couch with a full iced coffee on the coffee table in front of it. Apparently, coffee only works when you drink it.
More pix of her in our Blue Blood Models Yahoo Group at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/BlueBlood_Models/
I need to take a trip to Vegas and drink some coffee. Not necessarily in that order.
–Amelia G
I’ve been trying out this LJ thing for a while and I can’t figure out whether it is making me more sociable or less. I think the internet in general has allowed me to be in touch with more people, but overall I think it has made everyone including me go out at night less often.
The first time I ever came to Los Angeles was during the heyday of the Sunset Strip. I thought a lot of the guys were rocking overly similar looks and that year a lot of the girls were wearing these skintight neon neoprene outfits that I was not that into, but I still found a few tasty folks to hook up with and had all sorts of adventures. I walked to the Strip from UCLA in my torn up and laced back together jeans and my painstakingly decorated leather jacket and there was a place to go and see and be seen and just hang out. I couldn’t afford the $12 cover charges, although I spent one once or twice anyway. But there was still a reason to get dressed up and paint the town red.
Now I am on the guest list all over town, but it just seems easier to dye my hair and jump on the internet looking for human contact without leaving the house. Healthy healthy.
–Amelia G
Just did a rocking update to Gothic Sluts featuring Szandora. Very sleepy now . . .
This is from the Gothic Sluts update I did earlier:
I am soooooooooo sore right now. Not from doing a site update, from the joys of starting a new workout program after a looooooong time of only working out my mouse hand. I’ve got one veiny muscular right wrist and thumb. I use a trackball.
–Amelia G
Living in Los Angeles is like watching a strange movie with you in it
So I was watching a comic last week and she was wearing a duster and an attractive midriff-baring sweater top and she looked awfully fine for a comedian. So she tells the crowd that she recently lost 35 pounds. And of course everyone claps. She says that everyone always claps when she says that, but she could tell that, with a Los Angeles audience, everyone in the audience is thinking “keep up the good work.”
I just started a new excercise program. I am sooooooooooo sore right now. I got this gigantic blond Russian guy to make me do it right. When I was in college, I used to lift weights pretty regularly. When people asked what sport we were working out for, my friends and I used to say “sex.”
Apparently, if you live in Los Angeles for long enough, you end up with a really hot personal trainer with an accent telling you to do two more reps. It is inevitable.
–Amelia G
Gothic Beauty #8
Whoo-hoo! New Gothic Beauty cover can now be announced. Forrest Black and I shot the awesome Fetus de Milo for it!
More pix of her in our Blue Blood Models Yahoo Group at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/BlueBlood_Models/ and on http://www.BarelyEvil.com/ and on http://www.GothicSluts.com/
We will definitely be shooting more of this great model. She also happens to be a talented artist.
–Amelia
I’ve got another bunch of magazines I contributed to over the years and some other stuff for sale on ebay now:
http://www.blueblood.net/ebay/
Forrest Black and I shoot boys too. These two gorgeous individuals were photographed in a now defunct underground club in New Orleans. One dropped me an e-mail when he was supposed to be moving to LA, went back to NOLA for his stuff, and was never heard from again. New Orleans is beautiful and tasty, but scary. Wow, I could go for some beignets right now. Mmmm, and fried oysters.
–Amelia G
I’ve got a bunch of magazines I contributed to over the years and some other stuff for sale on ebay now:
http://www.blueblood.net/ebay/
This is the cover shot and poster Forrest Black and I did for Tattoo Savage #33. The poster is a rare shot of Mistress Domiana with her sister. We did some other shots of the cover model with Ben Hoffman, but the magazine said they were too fetishy. Err . . .
