The Artist at 21

I recently found some photos I had taken of myself when I was around 21, nearly 15 years ago! I had taken them as stock for a painting which, sadly, I did not take photos of. Anyway, I thought I would share them here; these are just a few, the rest are on my website at this link!

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Man At The Canal 1

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Sand Castles

Rafael playing and making sand castles at the nude beach.

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Zipolite With Rafael

I went to Zipolite, the nude beach in Southern Mexico, a month or so ago, with my boyfriend Rafael. We had a lovely time; uneventful, relaxing, and perfect. Our days were spent swimming, laying in the sun, eating delicious food and drinking margaritas, and our evenings watching old Hitchcock films (there is no nightlife at Zipolite) and making love. There isn't much to say about our trip; I took thousands of photos of Rafael, and will be posting the most beautiful of them over the next week! Here are some photos I took the day we arrived, of Rafael swinging on the hammock in front of our room!

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The Artist In Gold

Last time I went to Thailand, I mailed myself home a large box of Thai costume jewelry, used in traditional dances. I used them to make this golden costume, meant to be worn at Burning Man, in the procession of Golden  Boys. Here I am modeling my costume in the studio, shortly before Burning Man, about three years ago!

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Satyricon

I threw a Satyricon themed party at my house in San Francisco a few years ago; I didn't take any photos, as it was a scandalous party and so many of my guests were professionals that they didn't want any evidence. It was lovely, and a great success; I need to repeat it here in Mexico. Here are some photos of the costume I made for myself!

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Artist Poses

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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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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.