I've begun this blog because there are things I want to share (mostly artwork) that I'd like my parents to not find.
I'm not worried about potential clients learning my secrets. As an artist I stand behind my work.
No risk, No reward.
How can I take risks with art? Being incendiary. Vulnerability. Exposure.
I've challenged myself to be brazen.
I am a polyamorous bisexual woman. I have the freedom to explore what this life has to offer.
The idea for this site was from an old man running a second hand book shop. He wore a tweed jacket, and had little reading specs. When he proposed it, I laughed. "You should use these sex positive drawings and write a comic about it."
This is what was in my sketchbook the day I walked in to buy some used comics
Why not?
I'm sure there are people who will benefit from the perspective this site will grant them. (which is mine)
This may evolve into a tell all diary. Something I'll look back on in years and be able to see my progress.
Moe often then not, my work deals with my main passions in life; music, poetry, sex, love, friendship. There's no reason for me to exclude any of these major facets due to propriety.
For my first post; a very rough comic of my Valentines day.
Threesomes have become an annual V-Day tradition. This time, I wasn't dating either of them. Thank god.
Oh I will have some stories for this blog :)
A while back I started a comic about an s/M cafe. I finished one page and tossed the idea. At the time I had a piece of shit laptop and photoshop was not worth the effort. I have the means to go ahead with the project. Though until I submerge myself into the subculture I may refrain. Perhaps short personal experiences would be more accurate then trying to fabricate a hardcore slave lifestyle.
Let me tell you a little about the best fuck I've ever had.
I met him after sleeping with his sister.
I ask her to marry me every chance I get. Sadly she's straight. Luckily so is her brother. On New Years she brought me to his birthday party. I'd met him once before. After which he told his sister that he planned to split me like a log. His words. I found him presumptuous and cocky. I spent the night coaxing reluctant girls onto the dance floor and chiding him on his terrible DJ-ing. Around 7 am, in a diner, he asked me what it was like to be a benign and semi-functional schizophrenic. It wasn't until much later that he told me I was beautiful. My mother approves of him.
The next day he told me over text that he wants to be a medical pilot in Malaysia. But why such a dangerous job? "No risk, No reward." So many hours later he challenges me to jump on his bus and follow him to his city. I had just finished this piece and vowed to take risks with my art. To avoid hypocrisy, I'll have to do so in life. What could I say? He had my shirt, and if I had to go to some hick town to get it back, so be it.
He said to me " It frightens me, the ease with which you pull me in."
I drew this of him after one of the best bangs of my life. Finally someone who can keep up with me. I'd never known the she-demon I had inside. Here, I thought I was boring in bed, turns out it was just who I was screwing.
Smile like you've got a secret.
I dumped my transvestite fuck buddy/ex-bf after returning from the sexventure. He, er, she, er... just wasn't going to cut it anymore. It was more or less mutual. (I still miss squirting on his makeup.)
I love to be choked, spanked, tied up, scratched, spanked some more, smacked in the face just a little. At da club, they call me Choke-A-Bitch. Like Wayne Brady. When I'm drunk and girls grind their asses into me, I reach around and hold their necks to pull them closer. Apparently some think I'm going in for the kill. One girl mouthed the words "help me." Hence the nickname.
xxx
-Shameless
PS. Wait till I tell you about Sexapalooza! Remind me to tell the story of the vibrator named The Enterprise. And the one about my friend's chronic nipple infection due to chocolate pudding. Maybe I should post a picture of my favourite outfit to cook crepes in? There's the scoop on what my first polyamorous relationship was like, for the month it lasted. There's the story of The Captain I met on St.Patricks day. I guess I'm big on holidays. One birthday, I had my first foursome. His girlfriend still hates me for not sleeping with him?? And the first webcam sex experience one Christmas morning.
I'm leaving for hickville in a few days during the school break to meet Efram (The WunderBoner). There will be lots of stories for me to dish once I get back. He says he has a life changing surprise for me. The clue is this: "What do we all take for granted, Can you ever say you've seen it?" My guesses are: peace, love, sight, music, a pulse-- If I get to watch a live surgery, my heart is his.
Just kidding, I'll always be poly, but he can have a slice.
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