You’re fucking with the boss now!..
Saint Creature It’s been playing in my head for the last few days and not only. Today it’s more relevant than ever, because…
Saint Creature
Once upon a time…
I had the experience of running a sex blog, or rather a blog about sex toys and other experiences. When I was washing apples for juice, I thought that…this would be a good background for taking a picture with a toy. It was funny, considering that it all happened right in front of the neighbours windows, but…you have to catch the moment when there is inspiration, as I did 🙂
And you said baby don’t bother, you know it’s..
..It’s all in your head
But tell me have you heard a single word that I’ve said?.. Read More
Alcohol like a sex..
I caught myself thinking that for me, drinking with someone…stranger is like having sex with just anyone. That is, you can, but why? While promoting the topic “why doesn’t everyone sleep with everyone”, I came to the conclusion that there is no point in this. For example, you can catch some kind of disease. A person can be sloppy (in your understanding), a person can be interested “in themselves”. A person can behave in a way that we find unpleasant. It’s just that in sex there are more “animal” instincts, and then there is the very essence of alcohol as such. So, to the idea that you shouldn’t sleep with just anyone, you come to another – that, respecting yourself, you also shouldn’t drink with people you don’t…respect? Probably.
As Dasha once said – “a person is not my level”. Well, apparently, in this interpretation, it is somewhere like that.
Nothing to say
Lately, I’ve been thinking more and more often that I’m “burned out” on writing something, and now, my attempt to write a big post for the main blog almost ends in a fiasco because… I don’t know what to write about. I don’t know how to write good reviews about TV series, I don’t know how to tell stories about actors, and I’m not the kind of person who would study huge amounts of information just to say “a famous actress starred in the series that you might have seen…”, because I myself haven’t seen that actress anywhere else. Could this very blog reader have seen her somewhere? Or is it even important to tell it? But the point is not that, but that I simply have “nothing” to tell. To convey some idea. I understand technical articles, but others are too difficult for me to reproduce right now. I can’t just take this text and publish 1,000 words about something I watched or heard. Simply because there is no inspiration, but… it has been gone for quite some time.
So… should I have ended it there? It’s hard to say. But I understand that I need some kind of “restart” to make everything work again. All that remains is to find a way to do it…
Letters for Silence
Today I caught myself thinking that I don’t want to be in silence. To write for silence, to create for silence. I want to be seen, to be heard. So that what I do has a response. And I don’t expect it to be a response at the level of the previous blog. At least in the first years of its existence. But, at the same time, I already see that there are people who like my posts on social networks, although I started my new path only a month and a half ago. I see that there are visits to the blog. I see that there are creative people who are on the same wavelength with me. And I see inspiration in this. I have a desire to create something and share it. To develop it all. To go through trials and experiments.
I think that this engine in itself will become both a reason for a deeper study of the language and an increase in the desire to integrate into some other system. To be part of another world. And let someone say that “everything new should be started before 25-30 (years)”, but I believe that only now you see and feel what you want, and in which direction to move further.
I am sincerely inspired by the idea that some people achieved success only after 40 years, because I also see and feel that only now can I choose the direction in which to live the next part of our lives. I believe that 2025 will be a breakthrough. And I will do everything to catch up with what was lost in the past two years. The past three years.
Red Dragon
I think that no one can beat a man with a soldering iron…this picture was worth my (literally) blood, even though it was a test. What was being tested? I became curious about how much light you can get from a small LED to photograph something. To check, I took a dragon figurine. It cost a penny, but how much pleasure from “I have it”))
From the photographer’s perspective
It’s not very logical to have…different works. I mean different pictures with different directions and different themes. Because you won’t find “your” audience this way. But the problem is that I’m not a photographer in the full sense. I just reflect my inner world in photography. And I would be pleased if some of my works were in demand, but the main thing is always that I myself like what I do. I didn’t upload this work somewhere, because it’s “insufficient” in my opinion. But I still like it.
I don’t like exhibitionists
I don’t like exhibitionists. People who focus their creativity on their genitals. In my opinion, there’s nothing super important about showing your penis or vagina to the whole world. There’s already too much of that. Why not approach it from a creative perspective? I like eroticism, but I don’t like too much frankness. I can see art in the demonstration of genitals only if there is another context, that is, when something else is depicted besides them. Some essence. An idea. But not just a piece of your meat. I don’t like the idea that people see something “related” in you, even though what you do is about something completely different…
But as it is. I’m not saying that there shouldn’t be such people, I just don’t understand the meaning of such creativity.
I know it will hurt, but I promise you that you..
..Will always remember this feeling?
In the spring, I was riding my bike to the military registration and enlistment office, and I listened to this song. In general, I liked riding in the mornings and listening to Yonaka. Especially a few songs. One of them “By The Time You’re Reading This”. There are interesting words there:
“Take off your mask andShow me your heart, IWanna rip it to piecesI know it will hurt, butI promise you that youWill always remember this feeling”
And you know what? Usually, when something bad happens to us in life, we try to forget the music or things that remind us of it. About events, about time. Music, in general, is associated with a lot of things in our heads, and that’s why I’m afraid when I have a composition that I like, it becomes associated with something bad. But something interesting happened here. After several such “trips”, I was sent to military training, and then to the war. Due to health problems, I was there for a short time, I had a chance to get to the other world (and not because of the war), but all this time I was protected by one idea: one day I would go to that Yonaka concert, and feel freedom. I would feel what I had longed for all this time. This music, despite the background that was around, saved me. And I am very grateful to it. You have no idea how many times it sounded in my head:
“Now put your fingers in the air screaming, “Fuck ’em, I don’t care”
Gotta do what you do to get by, yeah”
I think that after this you will no longer be surprised why this blog is called that. Because it characterizes death and resurrection. It is about transformation – both internal and external. And the main question for me is still the same…
“If you take a dip with me
I will fill your fantasies
But will you still love me tomorrow
When I’m a creature?”