Dangerous curves

One of my favorite writings, this is because of someone in Germany, as it should be:


In a moment of madness,

A moment of pain I close my eyes…

I walk into a big room with a single light on… under that light is a sofa with what looks like a female figure on it… as I walk closer I realize it is you, long black hair in this subdued light beaming from a single source hanging above a dark brown leather sofa. 

The figure lying on this sofa has curves!  Beautiful curves that glow in the single light that hangs from above.  There is no form to walls floor or structure, just this beautiful figure lying on the sofa.  Your head is resting on the arm and your out stretched body follows the form of the sofa to it’s length, yet you are so light, fresh I cannot stop trembling with you in this light…

As I walk closer to you, you turn and look, soft eyes, caring eyes in my direction.   You motion to speak but I stop, and you do as well… no words, no sound, just the quiet hum of distant sounds moving about called earth… your hair hangs down over the arm capturing the light from the single source, flowing in cascades of dim colors down toward the floor.  Stunning in its form, free form of shapes… that beautiful face of yours, I know this face… have it hanging on the walls of my studio…  Care and deep investment beam from this face of yours, care and intent, care and desire… beam from this face of yours.

I am standing about four feet from you, the sofa, I see the curve of your breasts, your hips, stunning hips… must be why yours have already been painted by me…

Scanning your body in this subdued light I notice the small fold of skin between your breast and arm that is catching my attention… I noticed it in one of your photographs and believe I mentioned it to you… here is my chance of just a simple taste of what you tell me vanilla and lavender.   I am not sure if the gentle kiss leaves the taste because you put the notion in my head or because it really does taste that way but I succumb to it and know there is nothing else, this taste fills every sense, every portion of me…

I conceived of Dangerous Curves a very long time ago, with no one in mind, until now… I know what your breasts look like the incredibly perfect shape, your nipples; just a hint of them in this light but to me all of life is within them… because of them… Your perfect breasts are providing just a hint of light that shows how they curve.  Makes me stop and admire you for a moment, like a painter studying his model for his next masterpiece.

I love your hips!  They have form and beauty that will not let my mind go!  You don’t believe me on this but your hips are the design that men desire, I desire… your hips show a shape so feminine and desirable… The light forces shadows in most areas and a glowing luminescence along the top of your body… those shadow areas… dangerous curves, light and dark, dangerous curves that will take me through the night, shadow areas that I desire to see, hold, be next to…

Dangerous curves, your dangerous curves are addicting, overwhelming, desirable!  Your dangerous curves make me nervous when phoning, make me strong when I imagine them, make me desire them when I see photographs of them and I realize that the conception of Dangerous Curves was because of you, years before we ever met…

The reason they are called dangerous curves... this sequence happened while I was driving to work one day... a split second of thought and I nearly got killed, because of those Dangerous Curves... but the trip was So well worth it :~)

The white room

This was written during a very long stretch of very intense migraines, the photographic series below was critically claimed when they were first published back in 2008/9.  I lost all of the originals during a data back up crash and am left with these ver low resolution images.

I’ve created this place inside of my head
It’s the place I go to worship the dead
The white room is a safe comfortable bed
A place full of gloom and dread.

My white room does exist
The images and desires in my head persist
The white room is a real place
In the white room you can be without saving grace.

The white room is where your fears come true
It is also the place where others see the real you
Being in the white room can rip you apart
Or others seeing you in there will break hearts.

So as you look at the white room in my head
You should choose any other color maybe blue or red
The way you see me in my white room open and real
Will give you a very small glimpse of how life makes me feel…

Sunday Worship in the White Room

Everlasting atonement in the White Room

No peeking in the White Room

Sex in the White Room

Love and jealousy in the White Room

Grim realities in the White Room

The White Room takes you in

Alone in The White Room

Working on the white room series:

Photo credits for these two: Shelby Denton

Road Rash Rubber

Here are a few from the various photo-shoots I've don over the years with Road Rash Rubber, and yes that's me in 3 of them.  I figured after hearing all the complaints about wearing the rubber I would try it. 

They all were right :)