1.29.2010

more information than any of you want about me

This is actually not far from the truth...though I'm a little more sadistic than this lets on...I just don't let that cat out of the bag as often as I'd like to.







Exhibitionist / Voyeur

100%






Masochist

93%






Switch

86%






Experimental

79%






Dominant

71%






Bondage

68%






Sadist

64%






Submissive

36%






Vanilla

7%






Degradation Lover

4%

1.19.2010

Help rebuild Jacmel, Haiti

My dear friend Sidney Etienne has family and friends there; most aid is going to the capital, but the whole country is severely damaged from the earthquake and needs help. You can donate directly to the town of Jacmel here.

Any and all help is greatly appreciated.

1.18.2010

Naked girls in my closet

yay. My life is awesome.

Leah getting light-painted in my closet with a Buddha hand and awesome shoes. :)





1.06.2010

WE3P

Recently printed an old negative from September 08. Taken in the tenderloin, San Francisco, CA.




"Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing."

--Bob Dylan

12.14.2009

The Demon

If there was a demon would you hold her?
And be a nurse by her side?
I'll take a corset of your words,
Tie them up high, and bind them.

You seem like you've always been,
Wrote a book that's already been read,

And if there was a beast would you hold him?
And be a doctor by his side?
He'll take the drugs that you've stolen,
You'll be drunk on electric wine.
Oh this town you've never seen before,
There's always big guns at your door,
The sentiment of class is blood born,

I'd like to write a song for you,
With arms wide open the way I do,
And I'd like to tell the truth to you,
Shot through the chest the way I do.

If there was a demon would you hold her?
And be a nurse by her side?
I'll take a corset of your words,
tie them up high and bind them.

--Emily Jane White