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Happy Birthday Pimple.

Some one brought over a bag full of goodies.  Star shaped fudge was my first pick.

Dear web cam girls

Don’t cam with your lap top on your lap and sitting against the wall on your bed.

Alternative: Place the lap top on the bed (use a book so the bedding doesn’t overheat it) and then you can change your positions as you like. Sit cross legged, lie down length-wise on your side, lie on your stomach (can show off your ass by tilting your head).  Then you look more mobile and more engaging.

Good Sunday morning.

Good Sunday morning.

I like my skulls ^__^

Messing around with Picasa ^_^

All bundled up for the winter.

hanging with my cat <3

Just finished shooting a DIY for GG.

Just finished shooting a DIY for GG.

This morning I woke up by 5:15 am, had a small bowl of matcha, an avacado and then went for hot yoga.  This class really worked my legs, but it was a nice shift from my previous class I did Tuesday evening that featured inversions that worked on my arms, shoulders and back.  I am excited to get some productive things done at work today as well.
Doing this with my mornings makes dealing with everyday life so much more bearable.

This morning I woke up by 5:15 am, had a small bowl of matcha, an avacado and then went for hot yoga.  This class really worked my legs, but it was a nice shift from my previous class I did Tuesday evening that featured inversions that worked on my arms, shoulders and back.  I am excited to get some productive things done at work today as well.

Doing this with my mornings makes dealing with everyday life so much more bearable.

Side pony!

Side pony!

My tumblr feed is filled with tits, ass, psychedelic art, new age rainbows and mlp:fim.

My tumblr feed is filled with tits, ass, psychedelic art, new age rainbows and mlp:fim.

In contrast to the go go dance post I made moments ago, I want to remind you that what I portray on photos and on the stage as well as many of my tweets and texts on sexuality and promiscuity, I am human.  I play the Geisha as an art, a practice (like my painting), a talent that I wish to hone.  But I am not that.  A painter does not become their painting&#8212;but the painting does have part of the painter with in.
This is me right now, no make up whatsoever, having finished a ten hour work shift and used transit to get home.  
Reading the Beauty Myth by Naomi Wolf has made me question my modeling and performing, but I realize I create these personas as an extension of myself.   I do not become an object of desire.  No mere object lives and breathes like a painting does.  Creations of art evoke emotions from others which give it life.  Even if admired by one single person.
I have seen dances and shooting stars that made me cry, characters in movies I love to hate, smells that send old memories back into my brain&#8230;
Modeling (and dancing now) for me has always been an art.  Not to become something I want to be or because society has told me I must done make up and wear padded bras.  I have spent enough time in independence thinking about what I want (in contrast to those who always stay with the group, surrounded by mass media, watching tv, reading magazines, etc) that I know society has a weak hold on me.  I am becoming more and more free.

In contrast to the go go dance post I made moments ago, I want to remind you that what I portray on photos and on the stage as well as many of my tweets and texts on sexuality and promiscuity, I am human.  I play the Geisha as an art, a practice (like my painting), a talent that I wish to hone.  But I am not that.  A painter does not become their painting—but the painting does have part of the painter with in.

This is me right now, no make up whatsoever, having finished a ten hour work shift and used transit to get home.  

Reading the Beauty Myth by Naomi Wolf has made me question my modeling and performing, but I realize I create these personas as an extension of myself.   I do not become an object of desire.  No mere object lives and breathes like a painting does.  Creations of art evoke emotions from others which give it life.  Even if admired by one single person.

I have seen dances and shooting stars that made me cry, characters in movies I love to hate, smells that send old memories back into my brain…

Modeling (and dancing now) for me has always been an art.  Not to become something I want to be or because society has told me I must done make up and wear padded bras.  I have spent enough time in independence thinking about what I want (in contrast to those who always stay with the group, surrounded by mass media, watching tv, reading magazines, etc) that I know society has a weak hold on me.  I am becoming more and more free.

Pretty lace underwear under my comfy hippy clothes.

Pretty lace underwear under my comfy hippy clothes.

Made a new, simple and not-so-well-photoshopped background for twitter, thinking of changing up my layout for tumblr as well…