Fishnets. Memories. The first time that I wore them was when I was a sophomore in high school. I chose to wear them to church. My sainted Irish mother did not notice this until we were sitting in our pew. And then she leaned over and told me that I was a dead teenager walking.
Thanks Terroni and Nina. Gayman is a damn good photographer and knew how to transform my legs into something somewhat attractive. Honey, you've got stumpy dyke legs he said.
I'm an All-Purpose Groover. A laid-back guitarist, bassist and teacher. A percussionist. I'm an ecletic mix of interests that occasionally combine into a coherent thought process. Unless I have a hangover.
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Hmmmmm, now where are those heart pills
Hmm, Kate. Methinks I might have hidden them...
Wow, Vic...wow.
The way your feet are laying in the first shot is especially gorgeous.
And now my conundrum: I can't decide if I am more passionate about how talented the photographer is or how beautiful the subject is.
This I must ponder...
Fishnets. Memories. The first time that I wore them was when I was a sophomore in high school. I chose to wear them to church. My sainted Irish mother did not notice this until we were sitting in our pew. And then she leaned over and told me that I was a dead teenager walking.
Thanks Terroni and Nina. Gayman is a damn good photographer and knew how to transform my legs into something somewhat attractive. Honey, you've got stumpy dyke legs he said.
And Maria that's too funny.
"Stumpy dyke legs" Hee hee.
Yeah, right!
I mourn the loss to the heterosexual community.
Dammit!
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