Monday, July 28, 2008

Like they do on the Discovery Channel

Deunoro, Marcelito's boyfriend, came by for a photo shoot today and I asked him to pose in one of my costumes (I'm an Aztec dancer). He was willing, so using my artistic license liberally, I dressed him with revealing creativity. After all, it seemed a shame to cover up such tender bits.

Marcelito is out of town (last I heard, he'd been seen drunkenly attempting to seduce German tourists in a Mexican beach town), and my own boyfriend has been in Thialand for ages so it's just been Deunoro and myself, keeping ourselves occupied. I could do worse for company - Deunoro is a delightful person, and always happy to come to the studio, put on a skimpy outfit and dance around.

As always, there are more photos from this session on my website at


Like the flotsam on a beach after a hurricane, Marcelito's dating habits have occasionally produced very lovely, dazed young men washing up into my apartment.

Bryson is one of those survivors of Marcelito's attentions. A very cute boy from Reno, the two of us met him one night at Nob Hill Theatre, a strip club here in San Francisco (I'm not going to say what it was we were doing there, but I am sure your mothers wouldn't approve). Bryson danced all over the two of us and as we were leaving, like a begraggled puppy with a six-pack, he followed us out. The poor boy, having danced all night, was hungry so we took him out to eat, where he had two orders of pancakes with eggs and sausage, coffee, orange juice, and a side of hash browns. He'd eaten the whole thing in the time it took us to mince our way through our caprese salads. Of course, we brought him home. Marcelito and he were inseparable for a while, and I did some lovely drawings of them both.
Sadly, our time with him was short. I only had two photo shoots with him. In the first I dressed him in some transparent Greek things, and in the second he lies around the house, nude and smiling his beautiful smile (you can see more from both photoshoots on my website. . Within a month of our meeting, he would move to Phoenix, and I would lose my chance to draw or photograph him again. He was a really sweet and beautiful boy, and I miss him.