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Today was kind of a frustrating day. I wish I were in a nicely appointed theme room in Las Vegas right now, scheduled to shoot photos like this one ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
forrestblack and I shot. (Also, I would like a pony, but I bet that’s not gonna happen either.)
Full series of Szandora on Gothic Sluts.
I am working on cleaning my desk. Anyone who has seen my desk knows that it tends to go from pristine to needs-a-major-excavation, with little space in between. Right now, I need an effing forklift to get through all the mess on my desk.
Cleaning my desk is difficult for me, partly because I suck — like really really really suck — at housekeeping (except cooking) and partly because there are things on my desk which make me sad. There are sweet notes from people who are no longer with us. There are plans and to-do lists for projects which did not happen or happened and did not work out. There are folders of medical receipts totaling up to some pretty astronomical amounts. I was using a mouse pad which was cool because it was a souvenir from the Los Angeles County Coroner’s Office and awful because it was a gift from someone who turned out to be totally two-faced. I happily have a nice clean new mouse pad from a business associate on my desk now.
And there is just a Mount Everest of business cards and Post-It notes and cocktail napkins with contact info for people who have moved or who I meant to get in touch with an never did. And it is really odd when I look on the dates for travel receipts and such, and some things feel like yesterday, and they were so long ago and some things feel like ancient history, but they really just happened.
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Blue Blood VIP updates are usually scheduled a long time in advance because it would be a heck of a lot more difficult to organize scrambling to post a varied update every day on the actual day. So today’s Fetus de Milo shoot by yours truly and forrestblack was set to post on October 21 quite some time ago. Oddly enough, my LJ birthday reminder popped up today to tell me that it is Fetus de Milo’s birthday. What an odd little bit of synchronicity.
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by Amelia G : October 17th, 2009
Most years, friends of mine have pumpkin carving parties. This year, the economy sucks so hard that spending a bunch of dough on squash abuse seems profligate. So I’ve been getting my jack o’lantern fix from the internet and photos of Halloweens past.
The Pumpkin Lady posts, in addition to her premium templates, free pumpkin carving templates. I admit that watching her pumpkin carving videos is not the same as the real thing, but it is still fun.
One of the supermarkets near me hasn’t been selling their pumpkins at all this year. I so deeply want to buy like a zillion of them, when they are marked down on November 1, and have Halloween late this year. And I just might get me and my unsavory pals some pumpkin carving template designs from Pumpkin Lady and do just that. If every day is Halloween anyway, that is really just . . .
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by Amelia G : October 17th, 2009
It seems like it should be unnecessary to point out that models are human beings, but a lot of people seem to have difficulty with this. Nobody is as beautiful as their best photo or as hideous as their worst. Ugly may go to the bone, but beauty is still only skin deep. All true.
The nature of digital interaction makes the relationship of humans with their images more difficult. Once upon a time, my unsavory pals and I could hang out at our punk rock group house and, if someone said a model in some of the trannie porn in our living was not feminine enough, nobody’s feelings were going to get hurt.
Today, a lot of people seem to be polarized in their responses to imagery, in particular in their responses to sexual imagery. On the one hand, there are people who callously and casually critique a model’s weight or body parts in public, even though the human being in those photos is going to see those comments. On the other hand, there are people who, on some deep lizard brain level, feel that, if they have seen someone’s hoo-ha, even someone who was paid to show it to them, that person is practically their mate.
It does not make you respectful and/or feminist, if you pathetically slavishly agree with everything someone ever says or posts because you have seen naked pictures or video of them, especially members of your gender of preference.
It does not make you intelligent/ and/or nonconformist, if you aggressively criticize all erotic media and the people who appear in it, especially members of . . .
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forrestblack and I always have fun shooting Lori the Gory. With her evil ink, she looks especially dangerously sexy in this shiny slick rubber gasmask. Forrest Black picked up the gasmask when he and Szandora went shopping at Fry’s. I’m not sure if this was the usage the Fry’s people had in mind, but what better intention could they have had for consumer gasmasks? Full series in the Blue Blood VIP.
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Voltaire and Scar 13 first met when Blue Blood flew them out to Vegas to do a few conventions with us. They were able to find one another on their flight even though this was (although after Forrest Black and I had first shot Voltaire) before Voltaire’s first appearance in the Blue Blood VIP. They just could each tell that the other had that Blue Blood look. This set, shot by yours truly and forrestblack, demonstrates that they both look gorgeous back in Los Angeles as well. That and duct tape is good for everything. But you all probably knew that about duct tape already. Full set in the Blue Blood VIP of course.
