Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Travelling To Joshua Tree to see my old friend Robert Chouraqui

If one reads my blog they know I seek out time to spend again with old friends. I did it with Bob Richardson, my lifelong friend from Bard College ('64 to '66) at Canyon de Chelly, Sherry Stein, my old girlfriend from University of Colorado ('66-'69) at Monument Valley and now my favorite French friend Robert Chouraqui from Paris (the '70s) in Joshua Tree.
Unfortunately, it takes me longer to pack for a week on the road. 150 more or less bikinis and one pieces. crazy black vintage fetish outfits, two blow up sex dolls etc. Instead of leaving at 10 am as planned I leave at 8 pm after breakfast (cheese omelette
)at Frank's
on Pima. I think to call Motel 6 in Twenty nine Palms and say I'll be late. She says she'll hold the room for me till 5 am and I tell that is ridiculous.
Not wanting to buy a map I look at a road atlas in a gas station along interstate 10 and the map shows a road going north out of Blythe (95) which intersects rt. 62 and head west to Twenty nine Palms.
I get on 95 and drive and drive and drive with little to no traffic and a star covered black sky that betters the Natural History museum Planetariium. Finally at 2 am I get spooked and stop and use the call box
and the operator switches me to a highway patrolman who says I havent gone far enough!! This is alfter passing the spookiest sign for "LOST LAKE".  These Hills Have Eyes is all I can see till highway 62 looms up and I take it.
I arrive at 4:45 am into the Motel six parking lot.
After a fitful 2 hours I meet Robert Chouraqui and his nephew in the lobby of the Holiday Inn Express. Robert and his nephew Yann wants to eat there and I kill that idea and ask the desk clerk where the hip breakfast place is and we drive west to Joshua Tree to the CrossRoads cafe and there is tattooed exotic tall blonde Brittany
. She's a model
and I suggest she let Mykal Binds use his Japanese bondage techniques on hanging her from a boulder. She hesitates and as of 4:09 she hasnt answered my emails and calls.
The food was great
. The waitress
was great.
Two out of three ain't bad.
I'm rushing to meet Nathan Sabatino, record producer husband of Colleena, my former gallerist from Tucson.More later

Sunday, May 7, 2017

Whatever the f ck it is that I need, this isn't it

I have a few friends that watch television and some friends more that go to movies incessantly. When I find it (the internet) I go to tumblr. That's where my photo ideas come from. That's where I find humor and erotica. This wise cartoon came from http://cuddleninja.tumblr.com/archive.


You hve no idea how many women I sent this to

I've written of the importance of my new friend Tatum. How she brought me Joey and her sister. She told me she was jello wrestling with Kayla to raise money for AIDS awareness so I volunteered to shoot the two ladies prior to the jello fight (off 4th avenue this past Saturday). They came to my house and we shot. I thought one woman hosing the other over her under clothes would raise money. It did. Over 5 hundred dollars!


Kayla and Tatum arm and arm


Kayla primes her hose


Tatum gets hosed




Tatum gets soaks. The role playing aspect of the hosing came from a time I was hosting two girl friends out in my house in East Marion Long Island. Christine was huge and beautiful and had been to Attica prison from defenetrating an intruder in the East Village of NYC and Vanessa, though a part time `dom' was consideably smaller than Christine. They were both wearing vintage girdles, hose and  heels and it became a garden hose fight and Christine ruled. with in short order the front of Vanessa was soaked and I could see her give in to the more powerful Christine. I won't forget that scene nor the one between Kayla and Tatum in my backyard.