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Looking for your hand, looking for some hope.. (Art)

“Looking for your hand, looking for some hope
When the tide comes in we sink so low
We are drowning
I loved you so long, now I need to go
When the waves crash down it gets so cold
We are drowning”(c)Luna Kills

The story of this work is somewhat interesting, because firstly, I am officially launching the “music photos” section. This is when the idea for the picture was inspired by some quote from a song. Secondly, I was supposed to implement the idea yesterday, but my camera, which I was supposed to use to do it, partially broke. So I postponed this idea until today with my second camera.

In general, it was the incident with the camera that made me make this work more “dark”. Although you are darker, considering that there was supposed to be a knife in the other hand? But since it happened and did happen, it seems that, in some ways, it even corresponds to the text more than before.

This picture is a compilation of three of my pictures taken within an hour. The elements are composed in the Gimp application. Tomorrow I will add some funny details from how I actually took it all.

Well. I did not manage to make the drops of blood on the cross and flowing from the cross visible. But I’ll move that to a separate post. For now, that’s it

Dedication

There are works that I make longer than the shooting took place. So is this one, which is a compilation of two shots. Again, I am in both parts.

I am the killer – I am the victim. This has a certain symbolism when we think about the fact that often the greatest harm is often done to ourselves. And our suffering is caused by our actions or thoughts.

This work is dedicated to the user naked-in-the-rain92. She was delighted with my other similar work. I promised her to do something better. This is still not the result I would be proud of, but it is closer :)

Internal Rich

Although curiosity is not a sin, I’m sure in hell, Texas black bakers will “fry” (read as fuck) me for it. Because I’ve always been curious about other people’s lives. As my ex used to say – when you look in someone’s window – there’s a life in each window. So have I.

I’ve always wondered what kind of people sold the camera – so I often tried to restore the pictures to see what the owners looked like. Once I was sold a laptop that had undeleted nude photos of the girlfriend of the guy who sold it. Bingo, right? Relatively. Because I don’t care what she looked like or what she had between her legs. The experience itself is interesting. The opportunity to observe something personal. And so it was in this case. I wondered what he was interested in. I didn’t expect to find anything unusual. But, oh my God. I saw something that the church would send him to “fry” not far from me for.

Trans porn. Seriously? I asked myself if I understood correctly – yes, that’s right. However, considering what kind of model it was (whoever googles trans porn model – that’s me!) – I wouldn’t mind watching it myself, haha! My type. I’m not trans, but changing clothes today (I only wanted to take a photo of my legs, but I couldn’t resist, because I got a great combo of two types of clothes again), I wondered – I wonder how that person would perceive me in this form? I’m not interested in everything “after”, that is, it’s not about self-esteem of self-sexuality. To put it simply – I wouldn’t want to know if someone fucked me. But let’s imagine that a person comes across a video where I’m in a BDSM costume. It’s not known who I am and what. So, the theoretical chances are more than zero.

Knowing my perverted nature, I probably just want to understand, at least sometimes, that I’m not the only one like this, and that this is a kind of norm. But so far I’ve come to the conclusion that if this is the norm, then only mine 🙂

Sexuality has no gender and no restrictions. The main restrictions are in our heads. I perceive all people as they are. Because I like it when people are real with me. Rich. And I try to be the same in response.

Here’s my work, which I expected to receive. I struggled with the shadow from the camera, had to correct the colours and lighting, but…

P.S. for the sake of objectivity (I told about someone – I have to tell about myself) I myself watch various porn “according to my mood”, so porn with transsexuals did not surprise me much. I am not afraid that my “some wrong” photos will be seen by someone who knows me, because it will be a more “traumatic” experience for them than for me 🙂

Mysterious Morning

It may seem that I only do something strange or “pornographic”, but no. There are also more familiar works. It’s a pity that I can’t upload my video here (at least until it is accepted or rejected for sale), but today there was a test of the new slider. It was an interesting experience. Here is one of the works made during the test

And…

Rose

Well. Tattoos aren’t on my budget this year (I guess), so let’s limit ourselves to small sacrifices – I got a new earring. Two, to be exact, but I only needed one. It’s a rose, and that’s no coincidence.

I’ve been thinking for a long time about the design of the tattoo I’d like to get. Something like the inscription “Sa”, where the S will be in the form of a rose with thorns. But that design will have to be developed for a long time before I agree with it. Meanwhile, when I started creating accounts, the rose with thorns became the avatar. It’s funny that I can’t stand the work of artificial intelligence, but it’s like the avatar was made by it. So…

My thoughts on the topic of “how will I look with this” began to last for whole… 5-10 minutes. Because the thought “I will look the way I want!” comes to mind. And in this vein, you perceive yourself as anyone. If someone doesn’t like me – so what. I would be happy if he didn’t come to me for help and I could spend more time on my loved ones, myself, and our lives.

Let’s go to the pArty

For the past week, if not more, I’ve been trying to find an answer for myself, what is “middle gender”? That is, you have to stand out somehow, do something? And the answer was found today. I was going to take new pictures. Yesterday I shaved my whole body. But I didn’t touch my beard. It’s even funny when the only hairy part of you is a beard))

So. Before taking pictures, I shaved completely. Because I…well, I just don’t like to shoot in a fragile image with a beard. Even if this beard is under a mask. To play my role, I have to fully correspond to it. If you want to shoot a fragile person – be it. Fragility is not stockings or shoes – it’s in you. In the desire to look your best. If you want to be a girl today – be it. To the maximum. Otherwise, what’s the point of all this?..

Today’s picture:

And the first comment on Reddit:

And I also uploaded a few photos in this mask to 500px (this is one of them, by the way). And you know what? They immediately recommended putting them up for sale. Let’s resolve the issue of “permission of the person depicted in the photo”, and…my works will be sold. Not because I threw them up for sale somewhere, but because the site suggested putting them up for sale 🙂
I consider this a success)