Thursday, October 29, 2009

Jumping for joy

A few of the photos of Extli dancing, sans underwear but in the interest of historical accuracy, he kept the loincloth on. Naturally, I had him jump a lot.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

angels of reference

I met Extli and Monica at a nude beach in Zipolite. We were taken with each other immediately - we're all Aztec dancers and we're all extremely good-looking people.

There was an impromptu photo shoot at their home in Mexico City the night we met. I'd meant to take pictures of them in their dance costumes but it would have been such a shame to hide that loveliness underneath layers of fabric. Costumes were duly shed and I was able to get so many lovely and useful photos of the two of them. I'll reference these photos later in the studio, when I give them wings and make it look though they are flying.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Aztec Moves

I was going through my hard drive (I can never say that without supressing a giggle) and I stumbled onto these pictures I'd taken last year.
I'm not sure whether or not I've mentioned in this blog that I am an Aztec dancer - that is to say, I perform with a troupe of them. Did you know that most of the Aztec dancers are solid muscle? The abs on those men. The tightly bunched calves. The smooth, sweaty chests. The firm, muscular...
I digress.
I went to Mexico City to dance with my friend Carlos on December 12th, the birthday of the Virgin of Guadalupe. The cathedral was packed and the entire square was filled with dozens of troupes, each dancing and singing in their own drum circles. It was six hours of dancing for me, without break. Carlos danced for nine! After, I went into the shrine, held hands with a tiny Mayan woman, and prayed. I told the Mayan that my relationship with my boyfriend had been a little rocky lately and that was why I was praying, and she hugged me and assured me that Tonantzin listens to all prayers. If anyone knows what Tonantzin listens to, it's tiny Mayan women.
I felt a little better and, in an attempt to raise my spirits even higher, I took up my camera and spent a few hours photographing cute dancing boys.
It totally worked.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

A Caboose Doesn't Always Have To Be At The End

Caboose is one of my very good friends from The Haven. He lives most of the year in Louisiana, where he works as a river boat captain -and really, is there anything sexier than that? Steering those big ships, working with the sailors, yelling at the sailors, disciplining the sailors, taking their pants away......
He's one of those friends I see only twice a year, at gatherings at the Haven. He dates my brother from time to time (I'll admit to being a little jealous but as I usually have my hands full, I'll let my brother take some of the pretty ones, once in a while. I'll post some photos of them in the tub and exchanging massages soon!)
Caboose, compact, dark, handsome, and suave. So much fun to have around and always a pleasure to watch.

Here he is at the Nude Wrestling Tournament, lying around naked before he started wrestling and later, wrestling with another friend.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Slippery When Wet

There are some things in this world that defy description. Things so wonderful, so fulfilling, so magical that it's almost useless to even try. One of those things, those glorious, magical things, is a Nude Wrestling Tournament.
I know. It's hard for me to believe, too. Such a thing really, truly exists and last week, not only did I attend such an event at the Haven, I participated in it. I got all nude and wrestle-y.
I hadn't planned on wrestling that night. I'd only gone to enjoy the abundant displays of athletic prowess when my eye was caught by a boy. Ignacio wasn't new to my eye - I'd seen him around but hadn't yet had the chance to meet him. And how I wanted to meet him.
In just a few minutes, the clothes were shed, the bell was rung, and I met him very thoroughly indeed.
The boy did not disappoint

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Monday, August 10, 2009

Dressing up for Burning Man

Here are some outfits I made for myself to wear on the playa at Burning Man.

Lace Chaps

And an Incan skirt.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Marcelito at the Window

A photo I just took of my twin brother standing at the window

Cayden Poses

Cayden and I posing in the studio for some photos.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Jabari, jabari, jabari....

One of the hardest things about my work is having to stare all day at perfect, nude men and Jabari was very nearly the final straw. If he had been even slightly more attractive, my fragile brain may well have snapped under the pressure and I would have chucked this life of toil to spend the rest of my days as a volunteer firefighter. I would, of course, volunteer to hose down the firefighters. It's a hot, sweaty job and I'm happy to do my part for America.
My friend Dot had mentioned Jabari's name to me before, always in tones of hushed awe, but it wasn't until Jabari was standing, in the (gloriously smooth and supple) flesh in my studio that I understood. My jaw dropped as my libido rose. Dot photographed Jabari while I took up my own camera and played 'backup'. You know, just in case Dot couldn't get anything good. I am nothing if not helpful.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Showing My Pride

Work in the studio has been keeping me busy lately. There are fewer models in the studio (you may not have heard anything about this but as is turns out, the economy, it's not so good and the models, sadly, had to go) so I’ve been drawing more from photographs, or using my brother as a model, for often than I am used to. Luckily for me, lately things have been picking up, and some cute boys I met night before last should be coming by shortly for some exciting new drawings (and adventures, ifyouknowwhatimean) in the studio.
Gay Pride came and went, and was wonderful.
This year, I had to skip the parade. I'd meant to go, mostly so I could take some photos to share with you, but the party the night before was WAY too good and I didn’t get out of bed all day. I was tired, hungover, and the Israeli boy I brought home from the party wouldn’t have let me anyway! So between Leif, (My boyfriend – he was in bed with us too) and Eraz, my hands were tied all day (HA!! See what I did there? My hands were tied? I am so funny).

The party was thrown by the Comfort and Joy people, who run the big gay Burning Man camp across the street from where I usually camp. They throw awesome parties and last night was one of the best ever. It was held in an old theatre, and sprawled through multiple rooms. There were plays, drag queens, performances, a sex romp room, drugs aplenty, and enough hot boys to satisfy even Marcelito's considerable appetite! As always, it was a costume party. Leif took pictures of Marcelito and I getting ready:
Felix and and I getting our costumes ready.

Accessories are very important. Often, they can be used to maximize your assets.
The end result. Marcelito, in costume as a person with stripey pants and a neckerchief. Yours truly, cleverly disguised as a well accessorized goat-type thing.

Leif was dressed like a big butterfly - wings and not much else. Suprisingly, we lost each other within minutes of arriving to the party. I hear later that he found a cute puppy pile to cuddle in, while I wandered around and chatted with my friends. The first time I saw Eraz perform, he was singing and dancing on one of the stages with a bunch of other boys. I couldn't tell you what a single one of them looked like, since my eyes were glued to Eraz. He’s probably 20 or so, dark skin and pale hair, and my memory will always paint him with glittery, glowing skin, since when I first saw him all he was wearing was a some applied glitter and a little pair of wings. I was smitten immediately but, like most of the men drawn to him that night, thought the situation was hopeless. I was wandering about disconsolately, feeling no other boy could do, when, to my surprise, someone grabbed me by the cock and dragged me over! (Naturally, I had lost my pants by then). It was Eraz! He demanded that I give him a blow job, and I thought it would have been rude of me to refuse. Somehow, Leif found us in the corner (maybe it was the crowd of onlookers to our little show that tipped him off)and he joined in the fun. Our coupling (or tripleing – or quadrupling, if you throw in Marcelito’s occasional hand) continued uninterrupted until this morning except for the brief stumble home, when we felt obligated to put on some clothes. I am deeply in love. This one is special and I shall probably continue to be deeply in love for at least the rest of the month.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009


Prud'hon was a great 19th century painter and draftsman, most famous for his academies (very detailed and long poses of nude models made by students as a learning exercise) of beautiful nudes. His are widely considered the greatest academies ever made, and have inspired my own humble attempts in the genre. He drew both male and female models. Here are a couple of his most beautiful compositions.