But Now…

May 24, 2013
Performance Anxiety at Culture Fix
Curated by Ventiko Thephotographer
Video credit Geraldo Mercado
Photo credit Alan Joesph
She flooded the seat
more puddle like than female
waves of fluid flesh
He said that he is 56. I wondered if he dyed his hair, because it was an unnatural shade of brown.
I was wearing a form fitting, short skirt and he noticed me. He sat next to me on a filthy couch and leans in to say, “You have amazing thighs, and I’ve seen a lot of legs…” Read the rest of this entry »
Curated By Geraldo Mercado
Grace Exhibition Space
http://www.grace-exhibition-space.com/
❤ video will come once i figure out how to deal with copyright issues ❤
THANKS ELVIS
He has an illustration in his closet. In the portrait, he is holding a women by the waist. He gently rests his hand on her hip. She is naked and he is fully clothed. I wonder who she is because she is very attractive.
There are bloody hand prints on a blank billboard. The dried blood has a creamy quality to it.
I ask him, “If you don’t feel the same way about me as you used to, tell me…”
“I don’t…”
I start crying. I feel bad that I am blowing off a friend. We were supposed to meet at the ice cream convention. I knew they’d be mad and wouldn’t be understanding.
I have no idea where I am. My shirt is so stretched out that my breasts are showing. I pull up my shirt to try to cover myself. I feel horrible, exposed.


sometimes you just run out of cake Read the rest of this entry »
“Oh but, I can’t have my cake and eat it too… but, I am.
You are? Really?
I’m an idiot!
I’m letting you have that fucking cake.
I’m letting you have that cake with ice cream! With fucking chocolate syrup, sprinkles and a fucking cherry… put whip cream on it!
I can’t give you anymore cake.
You know, like, I’m not a cake factory.
People run out of cake!
I don’t have enough cake to give you anymore!
You don’t deserve… my cake.”
March 29, 2012
“There’s a couple of things that I need from Duane Reade.”
He picked a bottle of Johnson and Johnson baby oil off the shelf.
“What’s that for?”
He smirked and cupped his hands around my ear. I could feel his breath. In a smooth, deep voice he whispered, “Your ass.”
buy a new lipstick
NARS pure matte valparaiso
“rich raspberry” tint
November 19, 2012
grande amber brandy
you should have bought astroglide
aged in oak barrels