Ok
I am going to write something. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why is this such a chore to just sit the fuck down and write about all of the jumbled shit inside of my head?
I had an interesting comment today about my website (dunno if it should even be christened as such yet, at the mo it serves as a promotion tool for webcamming and other porno jobs…and of course my dirty creative photography…currently uses yahoo as a server, which is so utterly amateur and stupid of me, but hey, I’m workin on it!!). This guy, for privacy purposes we’ll call Inspector Gadget, said that he liked my site and my online persona because I’m real, I present myself the good, the bad and the ugly altogether rather than just another site out there saying I’m some cute college chick and I’m so incredibly wonderful because of that. Well, as for the ugly truth of the situation, I never graduated highschool, so I can’t really honestly say I am some cute college chick, because I”m not. I did however manage to get a degree in massage therapy, so hopefully that earns me a few points for effort and all that…
Anyways, its a tough business trying to find places to be able to shoot porn. Although it shouldn’t be and I have a feeling that some kind of break is right around the corner…but that could also be part of my delusional ego justifying my situation, which at the moment, I will not lie, truly and utterly sucks the big one (and chokes on it). I’ll spare the details so as to make this not a total ugly and bad post.
And just to make it kind of good, here is a nice picture…
My lovers face next to my crotch…
Love,
Sequoia
