Some quick photos taken by Kyer Photography for your enjoyment! 

This was my bartending outfit for the Eyes Wide Open party at Kink.Com. It’s my neo-tribal-20s look. This was also an impromptu shoot. In between grabbing bottles of champagne, Kyer asked me to pose for a few shots. This was the result and it was fun.
March 5, 2010
Photos!
February 20, 2010
Artists I Love- Nan Goldin

Nan Goldin- Heart Shaped Bruise
Photography is an art form that emerges when content choice meets optical physics. Our worlds are so full of stimuli that it is literally impossible to process all of it. We filter, we go on auto-pilot, we all have our own view finder that is unique to our own life experiences and tiny variations in our biology. My favorite art forms are all “non-fiction” because I adore the art of choice. I consume journalism, personal essays, and photographs endlessly. I am a voyeur who isn’t content with just looking into a window of someone’s life. I want to look at someone else looking into another person’s window. I’m just a big slut like that.
Nan Goldin took pictures and most of her subjects are now dead. She took pictures of the underground subcultures that are rarely given sympathy let alone empathy. She gets so close to her images that we are forced to see ourselves in them, even if it is someone who has just slipped into the nod of heroin, in the middle of a gender transformation, dying of a disease that no one had yet named let alone understood, or her own self portrait of the battering her boyfriend had given her. She took pictures of sex and masturbation of all kinds.

By Nan Goldin
Nan Goldin has also had her share of censorship over photos. She is someone who really forces the question of art v. pornography. There is a very fine line and the tension is exciting.

By Nan Goldin
February 17, 2010
Artists I love- Nancy Peach
If you haven’t seen Nancy Peach’s lush erotic art, you’re missing out on something special. I met Nancy in 2008 when I was starting out as a model. In many ways, she is part of my sexual yearbook because we were in a similar sexual freshmen class as emerging artists both taking those first timid steps of entering a world with the proclamation that sex is beautiful and that we want to share it with you.

Art by Nancy Peach
February 17, 2010
Mayhem is going to Haiti!
Long time followers of my blog may recall that I spent most of summer 2009 in Tanzania working at a hospital and out in the community. It was an incredible trip and I am pleased to say that I will be actively volunteering once again this summer in Haiti. For the month of July I will be trying to repair and restore some tiny pieces of the monumental disaster that occurred there in January.
They say that there are stages to learning. In the first stage, you are so ignorant about something that you can’t even conceive of all the things you don’t know. You don’t have any questions because you don’t know what to ask. In the second stage you can finally see the hurdles in front of you and there are sooo many you find it to be impossible. In the stage after that you start to acquire the tools needed to meet your challenges and in the final stage you have mastered a skill.
This time last year I was incredibly ignorant about how my trip to Tanzania would look. I could intellectualize what I was going to see and experience, but I was knocked onto my ass by the whole thing. I was present for a birth, a death, and for a stillborn birth. I helped clean up some gangrene. I was emotionally overwhelmed and in awe of the strong feelings I had about everything. Nothing was mediocre and I every emotion I felt was a superlative. It’s exhausting to have that many feelings.
At the end of it, I learned so much and had some obvious growth as a result. I look at the world and myself differently and it always comes with a sense that I want to go back. It’s not just wanderlust or the desire to try new foods and see new things, it’s this sense that I have a huge enemy skulking about that I am not done fighting. In this instance, I have been called to a new place and I am eager to bring the skills I have developed.
Unlike my last trip, I am not financially supported this time around. All available cash has gone into raw materials for Haiti. There is no grant for me to rely on and so I am asking for your help to get me there and to bring the most effective set of supplies possible. Everywhere you go, there is a fundraiser for Haiti. It’s in the commercial goods we buy, it’s in our text messages, and on TV and radio. I know that you may feel burned out by this, but I am asking you to go a step further and help get me to Haiti.
I recently received word that I have been accepted into a great organization that is non-governmental, non-religious, and effective. My room and board will be covered, but it is going to be bare bones. I’ll be staying in a tent with my fellow relief workers and eating local food as we focus on rebuilding and supporting a small city a few hours out of the capital. If you have any spare cash to help a lady out, please send it my way. Know that I am going to give 110% for the month of July and I will make your support go as far as possible. I am lucky to have great travel companions (a great friend and my partner the now-infamous Ned) and I’m ready to get dirty. Your donations and support are deeply appreciated.
February 14, 2010
G-Spots
I’m getting more than a little annoyed with the continued hoopla about the G-spot. Yes it exists, no it doesn’t exist, and the worst one- it doesn’t matter if it exists. The G-spot has everyone talking from the hairiest Bear at a bar on Folsom to the art school lesbians on MUNI.
To talk about the G-spot, I have to talk about the clitoris. The clitoris is often described as a pea-sized organ located above the clitoris. Well, that’s the part you see. The clitoris is actually bigger. It’s a lot bigger.

This clitoris as seen by MRI with an illustration to guide you
To give you some orientation, at the top is the Mons Pubis which is where you find a landing strip or some razor burn from shaving in the majority of vulvar images most people see. That giant three pronged shape you see is the clitoris. The little pea-sized organ is just what pops out of the body above the urethra.
In other words, there is a lot more happening with the clit than what we see ordinarily. The “G-spot” is a nexus of tissues located on the underside of the clitoris that can be felt through the vaginal wall. The clitoris does have erectile tissue in it (just like the cock) which is why it gets a little bigger and pops out from under the clitoral hood. If you stimulate the clitoris (G-spot) from inside the vagina you might feel it start to swell. for some women, this type of stimulation can bring on a “vaginal orgasm.” If you’re trying to find this area, it is roughly 1.5-2″ inside the vagina. The best way to find the G-spot is to make a “come hither” motion with your fingers as if beckoning her belly button.
Some women really like this sensation, some have orgasms, and still others might squirt. Others don’t like it at all and would prefer that you avoid it. It isn’t a better or worse orgasm by default, it’s all a matter of preference.
So ladies, don’t worry! Your G-spot wasn’t left next to the coffee pot that you accidentally left on for the weekend. It’s just a term we use to indicate another way to reach a very underestimated organ of the body. That’s why we call it the “G-spot” and not the Graffenberg Organ or gland. It’s a spot, a nexus, a handy dandy little place to go.
February 14, 2010
Durex Condom Ads

Durex Condom Ad
I really love the layout and concept behind this advertisement even though I do have some criticism for it. It is saying something about a heterosexual pairing. While the male is on “Overload” the female has “peace” at the forefront of her mind and some really interesting literary, mythological, and religious synonyms for heaven (Zion, Elysium, Valhalla, and Empyrean) floating through her body. We all experience sex differently, of course, but if I’m in the middle of some hot protected sex (thanks, Durex!) I’m not very likely to be able to conjure up some of those $0.50 words there. I’m lucky to still be able to use words, period.















