Flower Power

I dreamt last night that a flower and succulents were growing in my groin.

( how’s that for an opening sentence?)

there was a single flower, short stemmed with a blue crocus like blossom – it’s center was yellow and button like. it’s petals fat and juicy, much  like that of an engorged jade. it looked like a pussy.

next to the flower there a large cluster of pure white plants. each had three small leaves. unlike most succulents they were soft to the touch. almost mossy.

all of this was nestled in the spread of my legs. specifically, in the crease on my right side

WTF

the examination room was huge. pure white. gleaming, with tile floor to ceiling. the room was brightly lit. i was drenched in white light. they guided me to an oversized rocking chair. the doctor, garbed in all white adorned a lamp of sorts on its head. all I could see was the Dr’s eyes.

i showed the Dr my flower power

armed with oversized tweezers, the removal of the flower revealed very short roots.

the succulent removal was trickier. the individual  leaves would pop and their juice would burn me.

the dr was very careful.

once all was removed

my wounds were treated.

at one point i thought the Dr might have been my mother.

but there was no vibe of judgement.

later, i saw that the Dr was a man.

with a mustache and a warm smile.

noone spoke.

( take in 2011. when i had way more hair )

 

 

I’ve Been There

the hardest part about being alone

or lonely

or without “that person”

is remembering

when i did.

i have had a great many

in my life.

that really wanted me.

they couldn’t stop thinking about me

i’ve had them call

or write

i’ve been surprised by them.

courted.

i have been adored

i’ve had men make love to me and mean it.

i know exactly what i am missing.

something happened along the way.

i couldn’t get a decent date

relationship had fallen out of fashion.

both sexes began to retreat. detach. or become apathetic

soon it was either lets be friends with benefits.

or we can be friends.

or more so,

lets just get laid.

i tried that on.

the sex only gig.

a flurry of men

for fuck sake

and nothing more.

what an empty and shallow thing.

what a waste of my great mind, my wild laugh and my creative brilliance.

and then, recent life happened

and i broke.

if someone approached me now for sex? lusted for me?

i couldn’t do it.

i wouldn’t even want to

writing that?

thinking that.

remembering when someone wanted me?

breaks my heart into a million pieces

I Can See That You Are Here

many say “i have been following you for a long time”

some later reveal that they have been a fan for a decade.

um.

i don’t know who you are

unless you tell me.

i can see ( via the blog traffic graph ) when folks are poking around.

some have been as of late. a bit more anywho. thanks.

traffic is generally low.

but so am i

so, i think its fair that i get what i give.

the other day i introduced myself to a local artist.

i gushed my affection for …

i have been a fan for 7 years.

and that person is here.

in my town.

took me weeks to get a 10 minute appointment

i was nervous

and way over enthusiastic.

i felt sortof stupid. pubescent awkward stupd

but i wanted and needed that person to know

the impact. the fascination. the longevity. the story.

does that matter to someone who has a zillion fans?

that person will likely never be my best friend.

or a friend even.

the knowing is now there.

i know you.

or you know me.

surface.

where have relationships gone?

people stop me.

i know you. they say.

they know my bearded face

or my around town photography.

6000 of them

one of me.

i don’t know them.

how could i?

i have been thinking a lot lately about the phrase “i’ve got your back”

i will vet a new date. is your interest vested?

like do you REALLY want to know me.

or is your interest a maybe, we’ll see interest.

i miss vested interest.

i come from abandonment.

i have symptoms of fetal alcohol syndrome

does the betrayal begin there?

if i think

i can list.

“you SO did not have my back ” 

i didn’t expect loyalty before i was born.

i didn’t expect this as a young girl

as a student

as a young lover

as a new wife

blind faith

victim

betrayal

triggers

a recent trigger and reminder was a memory of a friend.

back when i was a teen

where my intense family drama

created a life long fear in her

i never knew

woah.

the circumstance could have had been different

the entire family didn’t have to stand there and shame me

they didn’t have to be OK with what was going on

someone could have stood up for me.

years later i asked one sibling

do you not have a mind of your own?

not sure i really KNOW the “I’ve got your back” thing.

especially now.

do you think you are that person for someone?

is someone there for you??

i am fiercely loyal

if i feel an ounce of fleeting

my loyalty will wane.

trust shifts

i evaluate

or

reevaluate.

if there is silence. long silences

i make up reasons why it’s over.

why it won’t work.

why i am last.

a year ago i had a man and his dog for dinner

i was feeling especially vulnerable

i was horribly bitten at the time

the evening was effortless

fun even

haven’t seen him or his dog since

sigh.

he is the one who doesn’t date and has a dog instead

he has one of my books.

a year.

i realize that the difference between blog posts of 2019

and past years is that

this year i took on communicating in real time

current work,

current nudes.

current shit or triumphs

truth is

my current times are not that compelling.

perhaps i am not that interesting

in my real life not too many know about this blog

or my alter ego.

a few who do.

are critical.

not all.

just a few.

i have felt they don’t get it

or me.

below images of masturbation

a session of self touch of sorts

i think it’s rather beautiful

in its own

hey thats me sortof way.

maybe its so in my eyes only.

i found pleasure at least.

i’ve got this

i’ve got me

i’ve got my back.

 

 

 

 

 

When We Meet

lets see if any of you read this

recent posts have offered a variety of talking points

conversations aren’t happening.

whatever happened to conversations?

a certain someone needs to be heard.

sometimes fans reach out to me and get personal.

they then imply that we will meet.

in theory. why not meet?

i’ve met a few of you over this last decade.

in hindsight, not sure i should have…

further commentary on that …complicated. my part of it included.

the flurry of meeting was lovely. romantic. and indulgent.

friendship sustainable?

no.

the truth is most men are really not in a position to make a meet happen.

or more importantly they can not sustain a meet once it’s occurred

reasons for that lack of ready might include: uh – married, so so very many of you are married, financially not able – since meeting is at your expense, or the real reason: lack of intention.

this lack of intention i further describe as placating

as telling or saying what one thinks i want to hear.

men will say anything to have sex with me.

am I being arrogant in saying this??

or can the truth of it resonate?

men say to themselves. “give me some of that” 

i fall sometimes for the idea of meeting.

of having the attention i deserve

the feeling of cherish

the excitement of it all.

vs the reality.

the reality is something very different.

i am thinking at the moment of this writing of one very particular man.

i liked his appearance.

i liked his mind.

i liked how he paid attention to me.

he got me.

he knew which buttons to push.

he was sexy and he knew it.

simply.

i wanted to meet him.

he said he wanted to meet me.

In the throws of it all

my MIND met him in a variety of circumstances.

the fantasy of which

was delightful in one breath.

and, not so delightful in another.

i felt frustrated by what i couldn’t have.

i can’t go into a fantasy without visual appeal

can you??

i have taken up with a man or two and didn’t give their appearance much thought.

they were kind, and attentive to me.

they wanted to meet me.

i want folks to try me on.

i feel we should give others a chance.

they were very disappointed when I wasn’t attracted upon meeting them.

which felt pretty awful for both of us.

now, i think it’s of value to have a vetting process.

my fans say that they are very attracted to me.

even without my sharing my face.

you tell me that my images provoke.

men say they fantasize about me all the time

men imagine themselves with me

within my photography.

which i appreciate hearing actually

rather powerful.

or they tell me that my images are fodder for masturbation.

SIGH

 ( none of you use fodder and masturbation in the same sentence.  ) 

it’s to be expected i guess. after all i am nude. online!!

for me in reverse so to speak, it’s not your dick/cock that i want to be a part of.

( if i had a dollar for all the men that send me images of their anatomy. i’d have no financial problems )

UGH. please don’t do that.

again, do not send me images of your anatomy.

your hard whatever is the last thing I want to see.

i want to see YOU. your eyes, your lips, your hands. a beard and mustache if you have one…the shoes you are wearing.

show me something that that i can be drawn to

and then it’s your mind that i fall for.

how you GET me.

how you treat me.

what you are curious about.

how you desire me.

and then it’s WHO you are in the world.

are you up to something or are you bored and apathetic?

often the above goes to a sexual place.

makes sense when all the pieces are there.

i can’t really do the sex thing all by itself these days.

not like i use to.

it’s not enough

sex is not enough.

i ache

ACHE

for connection

a connection that cares.

or a connection that can sustain a care.

Fans care.

in their own way.

how they act on it is…

well, it’s what it is.

or isn’t. mostly.

i’ve said fleeting many times here.

men come and go.

whhhhooosh they are in touch, enthusiastically.

and then poof. they are gone. as quickly as they reached out to me.

most simply don’t have time for me.

or the energy.

or the reality.

most are not looking for something personal

they want something distracting. entertaining. immediate

they are hungry in their own way.

a meet. a real one?? shifts things.

a meet makes it real.

or if when we meet and it is in our minds

its a fantasy.

The plane was delayed. The airport was bustling. Around me the mix of people swarmed accordingly. some coming, some going. many arriving, more just getting to the next place. a blur. Airports are probably my most favorite people watching place. It’s how I survive the waiting. I make up stories about the folks before me. I began people watch story making as a young girl. I spent way too much time in airports. There goes mr and mrs green. here comes sir tall, flower dress lady has too much makeup on. oh, look…those two are kissing again. how lovely they are. i’ve never written my narrative down in the midst of a wait. perhaps i should sometime. i have had a banter with another or two where we narrate together. mr tall is nervous i say, the other then says, the battery on his phone died.  he’s sweating i say, he needs another coffee the other adds. And so it goes. 

I am meeting a stranger at the airport today. a handsome stranger. and I am very nervous. I told him to be in the moment when we meet. To pocket his cell phone and let the meet be. I don’t need to know you are getting off the plane. I will be there to meet you. Just know that I am waiting. I find the management of a phone and travel frustrating. I get that they can be useful. I completely get that. I just find them distracting. Folks forget to simply be. The plane will land. You will get off the plane and I will be there to meet you. I am a person of my word. 

90 minutes later the arrival is announced. He is here. Oh my gosh he is here!  I position myself out of the way, but stand in a place where I hope to be the first person you see once you walk into the arrival area. One by one others arrive. Delays make many anxious. Connections are now altered.

I see you first. Sauntering, casual, tossled hair…you are good looking. I like that. you look for me. I like that too. Our eyes meet. You stop. We grin as wide as grins can be. A pause in time. A moment for sure. You step up your pace. I feel a blush coming on as you near. You notice. and you say, oh my gosh you are blushing! I say, I am!! I then say HI there! You say HI. Your eyes are bright and warm. Inviting. Your right hand reaches for the hair at the base of my neck, you are taller then i expected, you smell of gum. and you pull me to you. you whisper in my ear. you are beautiful, you say. you are so beautiful. you’ve taken my breath away. You see me struggling as to what to say next. you kiss me. gently. lip to lip. touch. want, curious. i feel all of you near me, the kiss finds its way to hungry. Our lips are a good fit. I tremble. You say, wow. I grin. you grin back. we hold on to each other.

in my fantasy, i replay the kiss over and over and over.  in my collection of fantasies, there are lots of kisses. in my memory of real meets, those kisses get replayed in my mind as well.   

what a goof i am. what a hopeless romantic.

some kisses don’t make the instant replay. those kisses are not memorable. i hate that. some men are very good at replicating that first kiss. it’s like they get that a first kiss is worth repeating. i once met a man, older than I who had never kissed someone before. i was an eager lover back then. he said are all women this enthusiastic about kissing. I said, i have no idea. you tell me. this is when i found out he was a virgin. many years later he will tell me. a man always remembers their first time. You were that first for everything for me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Thought

july was quite the month.

like intense.

i don’t realize how until i went back and looke at my image narrative.

i am often too hyper focused on the now.

i thought perhaps i didn’t get all that nude

just because of the emotional nuances of it all

but i guess i did.

i lost 7 lbs  in 8 weeks

( did i say this already? ugh )

12 lbs over the past year.

some nice improvements to my blood work.

which means good work. continue doing what you are doing

i hurt my knee.

met an absolute asshat doc about that

made my gp doc laugh like heck when i called that dude an asshole.

i am taking a vacation

trying hard to feel i deserve it

but all the stars have really aligned.

i might even feel relaxed

i am fighting a fungal thing

think jock itch but for lady bits

the tissue is angry and not responding.

there is apparently the beginnings of

atrophy.

a-t-r-o-p-h-y

here that gents??

when ya don’t use your parts

they wither.

wrinkle

disappear

and die.

as much as i self touch

i sortof hoped i could bypass atrophy

but the way i do the change of life

none of the maladies associated with it will bypass me

nope

miserable as fuck menopause they should call it.

if it gets to where sex hurts.

i might have to just not.

and right now.

if you wanted me? like in real life

i’d have to say that I couldn’t.

and in this moment. in my writing that very thought.

that breaks my spirit immensely.

which brings me to a memory.

when my second marriage was ending

he, an older man. had performing issues.

we may have been separated even.

funny how sex still occurs in troubled times

don’t you think ??

a gal i know as a gag

gave me my first vibrator

i was in my late 40’s

i didn’t quite get the appeal of them at the time

suffice to say it was something i had to get use to

to practice with.

i remember showing it to him and he was very angry about it. like pissed off.

after a failed bit of lovemaking he said something like

oh why don’t you just go do yourself

and i was really hurt.

i then said, hey wait a sec….as long as we are a couple and sexual

doesn’t aging shift the game??

like in general… don’t couples who age together find new ways to make love ?

i am not interested in masturbating when the real thing can happened between two.

the truth later revealed was that he wasn’t attracted to me any longer

and that whatever sex was attempted was pity sex ( first time i heard that phrase. lovely )

and that he really wasn’t vested in figuring it all out.

so a big fat whatever.

it felt so hopeless.

after that —early match.com years

boy there were a lot of creeps out there.

i hear that woman are equally as creepy as men in online dating

what does that mean?

is it them?

is it the platform?

is it the world?

how does remarkable couple karma happen with so many others?

will i really die alone here???

later —- when i was better at masturbating

i did introduce toys to certain equations.

meaning with a compassionate partner

who wasn’t expectant

a giving thing.

and sometimes that was very exciting for both.

all i can say is i guess you just figure it out as you go.

For Fun

what do you do for fun?

not sure i do fun

not in a really fun

actually fun way

sometimes there are reasons i don’t do fun

money of course

there is that.

if you say nature and walks are free or fun.

fuck you

standing alone in the woods

or walking and going nowhere

isn’t fun.

my feet can only stand so much

within the theme of its hard to be my friend 

i am the person that says to my friends…

hey i’ve cashed in my penny jar wanna catch a film? a full jar buys a ticket AND popcorn! GLEE. I get to maybe two films a year. and believe it or not. its hard to find a movie pal these days.

once i had a date, another ugh of man. he went to at least two movies a week. i asked if her ever takes a friend. and he said why would i do that?? what a drip of a human he was. I think he too was another that brought up anal …wtf??  ( sorry i digress )

or i say,  hey i have a chicken breast, chick peas and tomato — what do you have? bring it over and i’ll make something. i love meal making with a friend

or i might say i have to do icky errands, wanna join me? coffee out is on me. i love when i can treat. its not often but when i can. i do. and it makes me happy.

if you lived near and said hey wanna go to a film, or out for thai, or join me for happy hour, or go on a road trek to check out an antique store. i would say gosh I’d love to uh, if it’s your treat. I would have to be sure that you are treating. cuz otherwise i would embarrass myself and you with my inability to pay. this is forever awkward.

i repeat. forever awkward

Most of the time the above fun things that most folks do

i just don’t have the fiscal chops for.

folks don’t include me in their plans for that reason

i had a married neighbor who i should have fucked.

i can’t believe i just wrote that.

it’s true though. i should have had him.

he loved beer, and conversation.

he was a creative and really admired my art. and a great conversationalist.

his wife was one piece of work that was very critical of him.

she did not like me.

the feeling was mutual.

he however did and often very randomly he’d stop by with a 6 pack

we’d gab. and we would LAUGH

and then,  he’d almost get caught being in my good company and have to go. he’d fib sometimes when she called. we would keep it our little secret

i’d be slightly buzzed and hungry because often i needed to be making dinner or something.  and i loved the randomness of it

he was shy about eating in front of others. a bit of a nervous sort but as years passed he’d say let me treat you to lunch, which meant a lot to me because he wasn’t shy around me any longer — and we’d go. and laugh. it was more relaxed because his wife was working. and there was beer. of course. it felt like hookey.

i remember one time i asked him to lunch and he said no way. like no way in that he was surprised.  i grinned and said. I have the ability to treat and i would love to do that. he would have nothing to do with it.  he then told me how much he enjoyed our conversations, how he admired me, my unique points of view and my creative mind and that he too enjoyed treating. he said let me keep treating you

he knew about my nudes. at a very minimal level. i showed him a file or two. his knowing was always there. we never discussed it. one time we were drinking good beer. import beer and there were two 6 packs because he was in the mood he said.  i found myself very very attracted to his mouth. i just got fixated on his lips. a bit i guess like the slow motion mouth scenes in a film or something. know what i mean?? I wanted to kiss him in an indescribable way

i miss that guy. i miss that house.

over time others have been a part of similar circumstances

FUN circumstances.

spontaneous fun now? in my current life?

not really.

i have a very long list of things i absolutely love doing all by myself.

however when i am trying to squeeze blood from a rock for a reason.

like now

with this sick cat i have

or the front brakes envelope

or or or

i go to sparce on purpose

i go deeper into the i have no life place

and just find joy in what i have

not what i don’t have

like right now in this very moment  the sun is doing it’s twinkle dance around my studio

i could watch this light all day.

i feel like it envelopes me somehow

fluttering light kisses.

it’s also so very beautiful

now add a glass of wine to that

and that would up the fun immensely.

don’t think i am a lush

i miss social drinking.

and do it very occasionally.

i don’t revolve my world around a cocktail.

on vacation – cocktails for breakfast? uh, why not.

on a first date? hell yes.

social.

i have no social life remember.

a fan said this week that he missed the old me.

i shared back that i miss the old me too

what if the old me is really gone?

below images are very very early work.

first works

vintage me

a firmer me

2009

very naive

i felt courageous taking these

thinner

trimmed

not sure the hair on my thighs is like this now

i am older

fallen

broken and shit.

ALL was made more vibrant back then by sharing.

wonder where this blouse went?

 

 

 

On The 11th

In 2011 — 8 years ago.

I was producing some pretty erotic imagery.

Things I’ve never posted before.

Masturbating images.

Very provocative.

In those photos I show detail of my anatomy.

I also show more images with toys.

some seriously sexy shit.

I didn’t post them because quite honestly

those felt private to me.

like if i posted those

i’d have given away my soul.

At the time

quite a few men were

paying attention to me.

I felt rather dynamic.

pretty even.

I liked the attention.

and that attention was arousing.

it showed up in my photography.

I have always thought

i’d sell those more erotic photographs.

with anonymously nude already having a nude presence online

the extra would have made for a nice income stream for me

and a much needed one at that.

there were a few trysts that came of this attention

I got to meet a local who had interest in nude photography

but nothing came of it.

it was actually a very sexual year that 2011.

i am pretty sure I can’t sit like this any longer.

since the occasion to do so

has now been forever ago now.

i’ve lost a lot of my flexibility.

perhaps you were more limber 8 years ago??

i can’t say i feel particularly pretty these days.

there just isn’t the same sort of attention finding me

like in 2011.

8 years ago.

I wish I could sell some of that imagery now.

someone collecting my parts

my naughty bits

my self discovery.

it was all so new to me then