August 28, 2004
MINE... .. . ..... . . one day. .. . . :( *goes back to sleep*
artiste
My TestimonialsJune 11, 2004
When I first met The Artiste (...formally known as Stephanie), she blew me away with her sensuality and expression. She couldn't say the word "abstract" enough times, and I quickly saw why. In a partially-sober state, her mind is an abstraction of wavy thoughts. Her moods are an abstraction of compassion and exploration. And the way she dreams is abstractly... adorable.
Her paintings make the Renaissance greats feel mundane. But unlike the pompous artists of the Renaissance, she paints for expression, not attention. She digs burritoes, that's cool. She smiles for no reason, that's cool too. I'm happy to know this hot momma, and I feel equally honored to be the first testimonial on her profile. Wahoooooooooo!!
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erotica & poetry journal
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about me
Ethnicity: White Russian with a splash of bourbon
Hair: deep chestnut Eyes: intense Temper: hurricane watch Weapon(s): Schezerade tale telling, spell casting * strong * delicate * sweet * silly * sultry * graceful * subtle * sincere * stubborn * gentle * shy * poetic * yin * maternal * femme fatale * warrior * flirt * sensual * emotional * artist *
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do you like pineapple?
(blog entry)
I answered a questionnaire recently that asked me this question:
"Tell us about a celebrity you fantasize having sex with. Who? What happens in your fantasy?" My answer? Chang Chen. We are in Mongolia and he holds me hostage in his ger. T... read more
what are my fantasies?
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Alright. I'll admit. Here is my latest fantasy: I watch sushi chefs while imagining the erotic things their deft fingers would do. Dreaming of them surrounding me as I lie on the counter, placing cold slivers of artful sushi upon my skin, drizzlin...
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blog entry posted Sat, July 9, 2005 - 1:34 AM
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to the man who once wrote letters
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Thinking this night,
I cup my hands wanting to hold the shadow of your face. Yet, through the net of my desire everything falls, impossible to keep. Do I think of you? Even your memory eludes me.
blog entry posted Sun, June 26, 2005 - 11:41 PM
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poem: summer heat
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Legs trembling,
he asks why desire is like the summer heat. The moon tonight is the color of wine, making me drunk with his question.
blog entry posted Sun, June 26, 2005 - 11:23 PM
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