dark and thoughtful

this is me , plotting destruction

/wearing a man’s dress shirt

Are you wishing you were here?

I just woke up and stole it from him, I like it. Do you?

it is important to be comfortable in your own skin, this is mine

I play games sometimes… scaveneger hunt today with friends

we went to the Natural Girl Habitat (the Mall) and I texted these clues. They had to text me pix of the answers. Would you have won? Post your answers!

 

As soon as I would get the answer from each team, both teams got the next clue. Some clues were visials – like the H&M sign photographed from below, a close up on jelly beans, the Disney croc shoes…

So, let me see your answers!

• Disneyland, a highchair, playground or crib
• cold and not discussed (opposite)
• two letters not worth a dime
• I’m at the end od my rope, and if you are at the other end, you aint going anywhere until you are ___ in the face!
• if you never got older, but were finally old enough to drink legally
• the official bird of the USA
• splish splash … you have one, i have one, and when it is done functioning – so are we!
• i have traveled miles and miles on this thing, but never got anywhere
• Franklin, Big, Affleck, … two possible answers to this one
• Rockabye little one, space between two objects

Drew and the human condition

Dear Panty Boy Drew,
I understand you and I won’t punnish you for that.

You are reading this Blog while wearing your frothy panties- penis neatly tucked back. Over your wide chest a bra is strapped- covering your nipples and ribbons traveling over your shoulders and down your back. With every breath you feel the constriction of the band and it gets you aroused.

Your window shade is open, because you know I like you to walk around in the light- in little danger of exposure-but any danger is exciting, especially in N.E. Penn State. (better than the state pen !lol! ) But ALOT of danger makes you sick. You wouldn’t really mind folks thinking you wore panties, if only they would not judge you for it!

It’s okay. We all want to be human and we all have frailties. I am not here to make you pay for them.

Calling all Panty Boys

I admit it,

I get all psyched up hearing you breath hard in your mamma’s panties and jerking off into a pair of stolen silies!

I am also looking for pictures to post… so send them over!

I saw this rainbow at the beach yesterday

random pictures from my week, enjoy!

Apparently I am too white to show up on film?

Photowalking on Hollywood Blvd

Saturday I played tourista in my back yard and went to Hollywood Blvd. I walked from the Pantages to the El Capitan and back again.

Here are some of my snaps

Not my sexy red boot, but cool boots none the less:

I love ther sign, I feel so metropolitan just looking at it

I always call this the Dinosaur building

there are 9 tatoo parlors on Hollywood Blvd on the bit where I walked

I love L.A. !

I think it started when the Blue Line went in from Long Beach to LA: I started falling for the city and the state sized county of Los Angeles, the city of angels. I used to ride the Blueline and get out at various spots in the city and walk with my head swiveling like a tourist. People in business suits rushed past, gangbangers in wife-beaters, long blue shorts, tall tube socks and new tag draped sneakers sauntered by, the homeless searched for food or dreamt on doorways, masses of people mobbed the crosswalks when the lights changed and chatter of different languages filled my ears.

The architecture, the snooty snobs, club kids, barrio dwellers, gang bangers, the mish mash of literally everything and everyone … really, what’s not to love? The 10, 210, the 605, the 5 and horrid 405 (pronounced 4 oh 5) will take you everywhere and from ghetto to glam in less than 15 minutes. Traffic is occasionally slow, so leave early and enjoy the mayhem. Be sure to avoid the silver cars… every time someone tries to hit me, they are either driving a Metro bus or a silver car!) I love the beaches with airplanes trailing banners and trashcans promoting radio stations and ads pressed into the sand. I love the Hollywood Bowel and music center, but also the concerts in the park and County Arboretum.

I dig that I am sitting at the mid-Wilshire Bob’s Big Boy and a former homeless client of mine just walked in the door and sat down with me when he recognised who I was. It is endlessly cool that 3 bald headed tattooed Latinos rushed with machismo to the table to ask if I was okay or being bothered by the vagrant.

I am too cool to “photowalk”, but I will pop pictures up of my perusing from Arcadia to Burbank, to Sherman Oaks, Hollywood and back again.

Here is my MUAH big kiss to the city I love. I would love it even more if it would bring me a man to love me back!