While Monsieur was out of town, I was talking to this guy who really knows how to treat a lady.
the bare frame, who can be seen in a great deal of his glory and altogether,
right here. You can see why he’s so good at treating a girl right.
Photographically, of course! Shut UP!!!
For example, there is a shot I did with my regular photographer, Special K. Special K is the person who usually does my pictures. Not the cooter shot, I did that myself. And I think there was one more; I don’t like looking at myself so I’m not going to look for it. Special K does good stuff, and this could have been up last September when I originally did it, but I just didn’t like this one. I don’t really have a reason why. It didn’t go in the blog.
There was this ugly shampoo bottle behind me in the shower. There was soapy scum on the tile. It looked … trashy. I can be a slut for a guy but I can’t be trashy for the world. This girl didn’t look that good. I don’t like the whole wet T-shirt thing anyway; I did it at this concert (rather drunk at age 19, I was sophomore in so many ways). I don’t wanna be the roadhouse trash. I’d rather just be the nice girl next door who is a bit of tease.
I don’t put a lot of thought into the HNT stuff. I usually am sitting there and Special K ad I are talking, and she made me laugh and made wine come out my nose (timing is everything) and I’ll laugh really hard, get embarrassed, have a sneezing fit and then fall over. Then there will be a pause, and I’ll say, “Aaaahh…” and then a little tremor of laughter again, then a few aftershocks, and I’ll say, “OK. Get the camera phone.”
We’ll knock out a quick shot or two, then she hands me the phone, I go through them and see which one is good. I make sure nothing in the background is visible that can identify send the good one to myself
Anyways, here’s what tbf managed to do with it:

My happy ass, revisited
He did some great stuff with a couple of my previous images, too. Like I said, he knows how to treat a lady. Stop by, girls, and give him a holler. Tell them you were compelled to visit him by the passion of a Yearning Heart.
Many HNTers out there take a lot of time composing and arranging heir contributions; I certainly don’t. If I do any composing or arranging it’s after the fact, either removing my single tiny tattoo.
Fun Contest!! Sorry, this contest is over. See comment.
My tattoo is in a place that’s not often on camera but very frequently seen in public – and not my face – guess where, blogites? Submit your answer below in the comments I crave you to write. The first winner gets prize that I shall select, but something very special that I have held in my own hand.
Probably an old T-shirt.
(Laundered, of course; ew.)
I mean it, y’allz. Guess where my tattoo is, and I’ll send ya a prize
* that you can hold in your hand, make a pillowcase out of, or whatevaz.