Miley Cyrus posted this picture of her with money stuffed down her shorts like a stripper who can’t afford a G-String, or maybe more as a girl pretending to be a stripper, because that’s her whole act, that I think is offensive to strippers, and that strippers should protest outside her concerts because it’s disrespectful for their chosen careers that they can’t always afford to get out of…but knowing strippers, who are almost always dumb as shit, this just makes them feel like their jobs are cool, pop culture and mainstream… Ultimately, who cares…it’s Miley, she’s useless….
I don’t really know why this “Love Letter” Dr Dre wrote his wife has gone viral. Is it because he’s at Burning Man and confused, but sees opportunity to monetize off the fucking werido hippies? Is it because he’s talking about Tupac and that shit is gangster? Or is it cuz he’s talking about his girlfriend, who is now his wife’s ass… More importantly, I don’t know why I’m posting it. Maybe I’m a hopeless romantic who believes in a good love story.
I feel like I did the locomotion in the late 80s, when Kylie Minogue was in her 20s, meaning that she must be in her 70s now, and for 70, she’s looking pretty good. In fact, she’s looking better than most girls in their 40s, at least in this in Gym white Leotard erotica that features twerking, humping the dildo swiss ball, it’s a real sex toy, and all kind of other moves that remind me of every time I work out… It was filmed by Roman Coppola, and they did good…It’s up on some Call On Me, work out erotica. I watched it on mute…because I don’t like Kylie Minogue’s music as much as her cancer surviving, but I will say that this makes me want to hang with more 70 year old bitches at the gym…a little geriatric aquarobics motehrfuckers.
Her name is TARA MACKEY and I’ve been following her modelling for a little while, I just have a thing for tall skinny, mixed race girl, who are sometimes in music video, but more importantly naked for fashion shoots, showing off her long thin legs and toned stomach…you perky small tits and more importantly her amazing round ass that looks like it would be nice to suffocate on…preferably long enough to have her dripping off my beard, but not long enough for me to die, because I’d like to revisit that pussy meal later that week….if you know what I mean…and if you don’t it’s that I am a fan of this model, and when someone who I assume was her boyfriend, or friend sent me these bikini selfies yesterday…I liked them more than I probably should…but they are bikinis, on a babe, in a selfie…pretty solid…so here they are.
There’s a lot of hype about Spring Break right now, at least amongst the college girls I creep on, and I decided to see if Spring Break now was any better than Spring Break was in the late 90s, when Spring Break was out of control, and kids would train for the shit all year, all to get herpes, date raped, gang banged by dudes from other states in a tropical setting…you know the kind of event that would make Tara Reid drop out of acting and go on a perpetual Spring Break that never ends….but it turns out that since kids party every weekend to EDM on Molly, half naked when they are posting half naked selfies, has made the whole Spring Break thing suck, at least according to the #SB2014 hashtag…because these is the best I could find on Instagram…and it’s not very good…I guess Spring Break insanity, along with land lines, are a thing of the past. There’s no puke, herpes, tits, smut…it’s so fucking tame for a generation of exhibitionists…depressing.
I just had phone sex with this girl… I really don’t feel as dirty, or as wrong, or as ripped off as when I normally fuck with asian babes like Loveable Steph , because I wasn’t at the rub and tug…I was in the comfort of the closet so my wife couldn’t hear me… Like all asians, she did what she was told…I don’t know if that was racist, but it’s based on an informal study I took, hiring asians…. This is what she had to say for herself: My hidden talent is looking sweet and then giving you the biggest deep throat session you’ve ever had. I want your cock, right the fuck now, and I’ll tell you over and over and over and over how good it tastes. You should try her out here HERE because why the fuck not.
She’s 18, so I guess posting her instagram cleavage isn’t that bad, even if she still looks 12…. I guess that 18th birthday is why no one talks about her anymore. You know the jailbait who went from Olympic medalist to actor…who will probably end up with a sex tape, at least baed on the selfies she’s taking…because selfish are the gateway to sex tapes. It’s funny how pervert American men think, because they can’t fuck 16 year olds legally, like the rest of the world…they go crazy for even the dumpiest tween gone famous…and then forget about them just as they blow out the candles…you fucking creepers…whereas I’m allowed to fuck 16 year olds, and have no interest in fucking 16 year olds, cuz when I see them at Starbucks being annoying 16 year olds, I fucking hate them…I’m much more into 25 and over…totally broken…and with at least one drug addiction under their sad belt….
Cameron Diaz is old and tired looking, but thanks to strategic uterus planning, she’s not as awful as should would be, if she wasn’t so into herself. You know there are two kinds narcissists, the ones who make babies because they feel their genes need to live on for generations to come…and the ones who can’t be bothered because they like partying, fucking, and doing whatever it is Cameron Diaz does, while pretending to still be a hot heartthrob ready for all the Romantic Comedy rolls thrown her way, without even realizing she’s looking kinda shitty…because she loves herself too much to notice that. I don’t know she’s hot enough, that she took the time to do what most women do, and make babies… TO SEE THE REST OF THE PICS CLICK HERE CLICK HERE
I am a fan that cable TV has nudity, it’s the only way TV could really survive when put up against the porn filled internet, because there was a time when you had no choice but to jerk off to Baywatch, phone sex infomercials, and music videos…so it’s progress as a concept…but it still hasn’t happened on network TV, cuz based on the Seinfeld and Cosby porn parody, sitcoms would be better with full penetration. Here’s some nudity from TV…just because I like nudity in all medias… SOME NICHOLE BLOOM CHICK SHOWING YOU HO TO GET ON TV: EMMY ROSSUM HID HER NIPPLES STILL A WHORE: LENA DUNHAM SHOULD HAVE HID HER NIPPLES, STILL A COW : TO KEEP ON TOP OF ALL CABLE NUDITY FOLLOW THIS THREAD IN Madam Meow’s stepFORUM of Love
I have been following the Terry story and in doing that I’ve been calling out the Terry Groupie who is accusing Terry of abusing her. The fact is simple. She wants attention drawn to herself, whether he came on her face or not. The other fact is that 4 years down the road, the memories we have shift and change and become stories of their own that aren’t quite as relevant as the day after they happened. It’s easy to say I was paralyzed by the abuse, when she was probably really at a party the next day getting drunk and fucking the bartender…you know, it’s so easy to feel abused when having Terry cum on your face is the only thing you’ve accomplished and need to leverage in 4 years…. Everyone knows Terry shoots sex, that’s his whole career foundation. When he started doing mainstream campaigns in 2005, I didn’t understand how people would touch him, because all his published shit was hardcore “artistic” porn… This girl knew the fucking deal, tt was 4 years ago, and now that she’s decided that being a party slut who was impressed to be in Terry’s studio is bad for her lesbian, feminist, career, past…or maybe boyfriend…and it’s time to accuse a motherfucker because everyone’s doing it.. just because she figures it will get her name out there… That said, Terry, who never speaks on this shit, even though he should, because not speaking on it will make people think he did it, or that he is guilty, based on his archive of work…and I am posting it…because I appreciate what he said and how he said it… #FREETERRY Four years ago, I chose to primarily ignore a cycle of Internet gossip and false accusations against me. At that time, I felt that to dignify them with a response was a betrayal of my work and my character. When these allegations resurfaced over the past few months, they seemed especially vicious and distorted, moving outside the realm of critical dialogue and becoming nothing more than an emotionally-charged witch hunt. Enabled and protected by the freewheeling and often times anonymous nature of the Internet, people have become comfortable concocting hate-filled and libelous tales about my professional and personal lives. In writing this, I make a humble attempt at correcting these rumors, because I have come to realize that absent my voice in the conversation, all that remain are the lies. When I moved to New York in 1990 to take pictures, a lot of my work was a documentation of my life in the East Village; it was gritty, transgressive, and the aesthetic broke with the well-lit, polished fashion images of the time. My first big campaign, shot in 1994, was a provocative picture of a couple embracing in a bar. It was a shocking image for its time and the first instance a photograph of this nature was used in a major fashion advertisement. Like Robert Mapplethorpe, Helmut Newton, and so many others before me, sexual imagery has always been a part of my photography. Ten years ago, in 2004, I presented some of this work at a gallery show in New York City, accompanied by a book of the photos. The show was very popular and highly praised. The images depicted sexual situations and explored the beauty, rawness, and humor that sexuality entails. I collaborated with consenting adult women who were fully aware of the nature of the work, and as is typical with any project, everyone signed releases. I have never used an offer of work or a threat of rebuke to coerce someone into something that they did not want to do. I give everyone that I work with enough respect to view them as having ownership of their free will and making their decisions accordingly, and as such, it has been difficult to see myself as a target of revisionist history. Sadly, in the on-going quest for controversy-generated page views, sloppy journalism fueled by sensationalized, malicious, and manipulative recountings of this work has given rise to angry Internet crusades. Well-intentioned or not, they are based on lies. Believing such rumors at face value does a disservice not only to the spirit of artistic endeavor, but most importantly, to the real victims of exploitation and abuse. People will always have strong opinions about challenging images, and the dichotomy of sex is that it is both the most natural and universal of human behaviors and also one of the most sensitive and divisive. Over the course of my career, I have come to accept that some of my more provocative work courts controversy, and as an artist, I value the discourse that arises from this. I can only hope for this discourse to be informed by fact, so that whether you love my work or hate it, you give it, and me, the benefit of the truth.
