Music has been an unwavering muse: Growing up, I was never good at anything. My self esteem wore the bruises… until I discovered music. It was the first time I became really good at something with just a bit of… Continue Reading
Every now and then, guys will reach out to me for advice on how to move forward with their own fascination with tights and / or heels. Here is a recent one. I’ve made some small edits for spelling and clarity. In this dialogue, he’ll be referred to as Continue Reading
https://vimeo.com/922670245 Every now and then, I get paid to travel, to do my art. This was one of those times – the company I work for, Yoli, hosted an incentive trip for its top performing independent distrubutors – a Western… Continue Reading
A collection of vintage hosiery ads – pantyhose, nylons and stockings from the 1950’s, 60’s 70’s, and 80’s. Continue Reading
Montréal is oil & water; old French traditions contrasting with western sensibilities, all of which happen in the context of a land taken from indigenous tribes (the subext of modern North America).
Everything in Montreal is in French. All street signs, all menus, all overheard conversations. Everyone speaks perfect English – even perfect Canadian, eh. Continue Reading
“Maybe there needs to be a formal deprogramming of the cult members.” Hillary Clinton Here’s the deal, my friends. I am NOT a “MAGA” republican. I have never voted for Trump, and never will. I am a Classical Liberal who… Continue Reading
My ancestors are Soul Anarchists in the truest sense of the term. They were in rebellion against the Federal Government, and had to stand up to persecution including an extermination order by the governor of a neighboring state. Continue Reading
My Great-Great Grandmother, Thisbe Reed, was one of the early Mormon pioneers who persecuted. They fled everything they knew and loved, into the western frontier, so that they could live life on their own terms. This was a profound act of Soul Anarchy. Continue Reading
“When did you leave the church?”
I’ve never liked the question; it assumes too much….
Soul Anarchy runs deep in my blood. I love that I’ve descended from Mormon pioneers. They were so goddamn determined to live life on their own terms, that they packed their essentials into handcarts, and hauled them across the plains, into the Rocky Mountains….
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She takes a sip of my refilled glass. Todd asks her again- “How do you want that cooked?” “One hundred ninety degrees”, she tersely replies. “You guys should have a thermometer back there”.
Now I understand who everyone is and what is best for them. Continue Reading