I've been having these adorable gentle sex dreams about Daisy Ridley, at least since I saw her play a corpse in some instantly forgettable procedural series – her tiny boobies and that face just do it for me these days, it seems :) I've also tried watching The Shape of Water: making of Abe Sapien, which for all intents and purposes should be right up my alley: it’s got everything I would ever want from the genre – it’s witty, sexy, original and the lady fucks a creature from the blue lagoon. What’s not to love? She even lives above a theatre…. Kinda makes me question, if a room that shabby got filled with so much water, wouldn’t the ceiling of a hall as large as a film theatre collapse under the weight?

Right. But anyway, they fuck and then she dies.

I am starting to notice, after mother!, I demand more than served-on-a-dessert-plate product from people known to be magical. This shit is good. But it’s Hollywood good. I want del Toro good. I don’t want movies the people who awarded Shakespeare in Love award – I want movies that Jodorowsky and Aronofski would award. 

Where or where oh the fuck where is my camera tripod? O.o

Testing brushes ...

Do we prefer it bright or the opposite?

The bright. Me, too :D

Goose bits: Kay tries to find Fidi in Hell

I sank to her level like a stone.

There was a garden. It was beautiful a moment ago, but now a nightmare. Black were trees and windows and the air and a man stood in it, with red hands dripping and a demon – nay, not a demon, but a demonic version of himself climbing on his back. In fact all shadows formed into this man, each uglier than the next, each with face worse contorted in either agony or ill intent. The demonic self got all but on the top of his head, grand to have achieved it, jeering at me, they were both staring at me, clawing until it managed to break a collarbone from the red-handed man and with it stabbed the man in the neck enough times to break off the head and into the chest enough times to carve out the heart. The shadow selves tore apart the head, looking for something, and the demonic self tore apart the heart, looking for something, getting ever more hysterical and insane when it could not be found. Whatever it was it was very small, but how would they know where to look if everything before me was black?

The black fell asleep. Gardens and demons and things not found were gone.

I have never seen such beautiful nothingness. This was the most at home and at ease I have ever suspected one could learn to feel. Every promise was delivered and every prayer praised for its fine rhetoric. Pleasantly, reassuringly, I got permission to belong to the entirety of the scenery, the fragrantless wind, the assuring gravity, the calmest of nights, the …

     … Huh, I chuckled, looking around. Right back at where we started.

     She stood knee deep in dead water.

Overlay overload

Trying out some downloaded overlays ... They're not as good as the paid ones, but fascinating regardless. I have better studio lights set at the top of my wishlist... Bigger ones, specifically, so i don't just get the face but also the beautiful bodies of these ladies. 

(also secretly buy yourself 8000 buttons on-line)

Sometimes you do something so right you can't wait to get home and make yourself pancakes, give your lover a blowjob and then play something on your guitar. Even if you can't play a guitar :D

I was feeling quite good about my GuruShots stats... up until the moment I saw what the winner shots looked like ...

... now I'm depressed.
Fuck that.

Not the sharpest, as it was windy AF, but happy New Year's y'all ...