My Mother is a minefield of useful information, which she shares (praise be to Allah) via numerous pamphlets, articles, websites, and books. As children, Brother Gnatalie and I were mangroved with splendidly creepy reading material, including Poe’s Tales (illustrated by Arthur Rackham!), The Lonely Doll, all things by Edward Gorey, a parade of Eloise,...
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Throughout this fabulous course of events (my life), I’ve encountered several notions which I’ve fashioned into perquisites for my personal ‘White Knight’. Ideas such as the Knight must indeed be white, play the harmonica, and be tall never quite made the list. Instead, my notions formulated their own gestation period from being Harrison Ford-esc,...
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Brother Gnatalie was in Portland Town, the week previous, durrin’ some visiting and managed to turn me on to the Rocky movies. With the combined efforts of Boy Wonder, Gnat morphed me into an all-out Rocky fanatic and I think I’ve managed to watch one movie a day for the last five daze. Nope,...
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I was never the pretty, traditional, ‘looks good in a Prom dress’ type of chick who was brought home to enthral the parents. Instead, throughout my teens and twenties, I was the skirt someone would hang out with after the pretty, traditional, Prom dress chick had to be in for the evening. Ergo, I...
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Years ago, I went on a date to see Tom Petty play in Southern Michigan. My date was an idiot (and I told him so), but the concert was Tom-tastic. There are currently only three musicians whom I will not hesitate to purchase-without-hearing an album by, and among these is Tommy Boy. I have...
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Previously, on Voodoo Dating: Sara photographed an erotic art show/body painting session over to Club Sesso. Read: Ron Jeremy’s cornucopia of card-carrying couples & swingers. It was classic. The body painting was top notch, the models were undeniably lovely, and Yasmin (our gracious hostess) was more than accommodating in her exquisite black heels. While...
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This Thursday (last yesterday for my Readers), I will have photographed an Erotic Art Show at Ron Jeremy’s Gallery Sesso. Fellow Frothy Girl, Matt Huntley hooked me up with this gig and I’m pretty geeked to shoot textures, itchy model movements, toning lights on body shapes, etc. If the situation is something I’ve never...
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When does the act of breaking up actually get broken? I’m not entirely sure, but I’ve been pondering the ‘broke down break up’ for a couple of whiles. The reason being is watching relationships, the number of ‘breaking up times’ involved, and wondering what would be considered the ‘actual end’ of the affair. Or,...
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Having recently relocated into a lovely little home with Boy Wonder and Wic E. Cat, curating courteousness has been prevalent during our unpacking. For myself, I find courteousness sincerely aiding in maintaining a relationship during a major move and I certainly appreciate ‘Do you mind if this Samurai Swordsman faces off with your Rainbow...
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When I was thirteen… I was entertained by my Father’s scavenger hunts featuring clues from The Legend of Sleepy Hallow, mastering Chung Li’s character in Street Fighter, falling in lust with Scarlet O’Hara via Beta tape & novel, and attempting to star in cult-created movies with my Saginaw Boys. When I was thirteen, I...
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