Many, many thanks to Sean Kramer (my Pookie Bear!) for this shot. I know, I know… I’m supposed to be shooting the photos. But we collaborated! That counts for something, right?! Yeah, go with that.
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Shirt by: One Clothing.
Octopus necklace: Made by me, pendant from Michael’s.
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I couldn’t decide, so you get two. Look at me being an overachiever!
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My buddy Roxy over at grrfeisty.com Instagrammed about a May Photo a Day Challenge, and I’m thinkin’ I’m gonna give it the ‘ol college try. It’s a photo a day for a month. I can do this! I mean, I know I have the attention span of a goldfish and all (one lap around the bowl!), but it’s ONE PHOTO A DAY. How lazy can a person be, amiright?
And away we go!
I wanted to majorly go overboard in an obnoxiously obvious way with this one. Vintage film style, doodled peace symbol, throwing the peace sign… If only I had a headband…
Of an artist interpreting lines, layers, texture, geometry, nature, form, light, shadows, mood, feeling, emotions, intention, and chance into a sketch. Which may or may not be further translated into a cohesive art piece. When I look at the world, my brain is a continuously circulating reel of images that I’m constantly piecing together. Eventually a story emerges much like a train of thought and what sticks with me the most are the transitions between the images, not the images themselves. I become obsessed with how these images (captured or remembered) relate to one another beyond their natural timeline of happenstance. And it makes me wonder how that string of events could visually translate. If it would even make sense. Or rather, how to make it make sense. Like taking snapshots from your brain, laying them out on the floor in a pile, picking out the ones that “fit” and sewing them back together with one hand while the other hand creates new images to be sewn into the gaps.
I recently stumbled upon this post on Flickr from April of 2010 and it got me feeling nostalgic. So I’m reposting. It’s also nice to read and feel that, where this part of my character is concerned nothing’s changed.
Last week a stranger approached me to tell me about his life as a cross-dresser. That he felt more attractive as a female. That he liked men but preferred to surround himself with women. That he was having a hard time meeting someone worth while.
He told me about his friend’s surgery to become a woman. I told him about my friend’s surgery to become a man. We shared a bag of chips. He thanked me as he thrust his hands awkwardly into is jean pockets and walked away.
Two months ago a stranger told me he was nervous about approaching his girlfriend to be more adventurous in the bedroom. I was buying a garter belt. He was buying a vibrator. We later talked about social networking and taking chances.
When I was fifteen, a woman I barely knew shared her concerns about an upcoming trip with her male friend. Whether or not sharing a room meant sharing a bed. Whether or not that meant they were more than friends. That she was scared she felt things that he did not.
Eight years ago a stranger sat next to me at a café and proceeded to tell me about his life of heroin addiction. How he overcame his addiction. What life was like afterward. He smoked menthol cigarettes and drank hot chocolate. He was a film maker and collected vintage cameras. He had not talked to anyone outside of his program about his addiction until me.
It goes on like that. I could tell my whole life in other people’s forthcomings. Catalog my own stories next to theirs. Tell you that the first time I ever slept outside without shelter was the same day a girl my age told me she thought she was pregnant. We’d never spoken before then. But she knew she could trust and count on me.
I’ve been told I have an honest face. That I look like a safe harbor. And it’s never ceased to awe me. That I carry around these carefully packaged gifts I never asked for and not once did they ever ask for anything in return.
Imma live photo bomb this page with my birthday as it unfolds. ALL WEEKEND LONG. I know, the Internet hasn’t been this exciting since the invention of Youtube. You? Are welcome.
Friday night I got to continue celebrating with our Compound Crew (seven years and running!), which meant Cake! And Starbucks! And duck jokes!
The next day was Rhonda’s designated “Pamper Lindsey Day” (I know, I totally have the best wife EVER). We got Thai Massages and then mani-pedis in massage chairs and then we went out to a lovely dinner at one of my absolute favorite restaurants, t’afia. Seriously, my wife is kinda, totally, awesomely awesome.
I wish I had shot more images on “Pamper Lindsey Day,” but I was a bit too noodly to handle a camera. Next weekend when my mom totally spoils me for my birthday, I’ll be sure to rock out the images.
To be continued…
So, long story short: I’ve been dying of the plague (again) and I’ve neglected my blog and you all (again). And if I could afford ponies made of chocolate sprinkles for all of you, I’d totally hook you up because I truly am sorry for my absence. I hate when I’m not posting regularly. Anyway…
Check out our trip to Florida!
Also at the Naples Zoo we saw:
When we weren’t out playing and eating. We were relaxing with adult beverages and books on our condo’s wrap-around terrace.
I saw these guys and immediately flipped my shit because I thought that maybe they were paid by the Naples Zoo to pass out free Fruit Loops to us patrons. And then Rhonda was all, “You moron, you’re thinking of a toucan.” And then I was sad because I was dumb AND I still didn’t have any Fruit Loops.
More from our trip to Florida to come.
