Cusine. Booze. Stregga D’Or

Cocktail Time: Stregga D’Or
.25 oz Stregga
1.0 oz St. Germain
2.0 oz Hendricks Gin
1.0 oz Meyer Lemon Syrup plus 2 very thin Meyer lemon wheels (seeded)
Seltzer

Ice a gimlet

Shake syrup, and booze over ice

Dump the gimlet and shake out excess water, then strain in your drink

Garnish with lemon wheels and a gentle spritz of seltzer

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Art. Sex. Naked Drawing Group. Model: Albert. 9-24-18

The first time I draw a model, I create a collage, filling the space on the page with the various poses.

Tonight’s work.:

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Art. Sex. Drawing Peter at the Private Studio. 9-10-18

I do enjoy the opportunities to draw where the model is there just for me, to pose as I choose. He knows he has my undivided attention and where my eyes land on his body as he holds his poses, knowing when I draw his arms, his chest, and the smirk as I concentrate on the lines and curves of his penis and balls, where occasionally, sometimes to the model’s chagrin, his penis decides to show off, and to my delight, and sometimes his embarrassment, it continues to show off, despite his best efforts.

The erotic tension sometimes finds it’s way through brain, arm and pencil, onto the page.

The moment subsides, but the images remain.

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Art. Sex. Private Session. Model: Eric P. 7-28-18

Models come in to an artist’s life, but they rarely stay. Since I’ve started drawing erotic nudes, and because of the transient nature of DC, quite a few men who have allowed me to stare at them while I drag a pencil lazily across paper have come and gone.

New models come, some return, most don’t, as for a lot of the men I draw, time moves on, as do careers, tastes, desires, etc.

I am honored that for a time, some truly lovely men, both in the bodies they present to the world, and the kind, gentle souls that run beneath that ever fleeting moment, where the light hits them and illuminates, and leaves the viewer struggling to concentrate, but still attempting to capture and record a moment, in a way that is passing from this world as we point the lens of our little computers at what we see and press a projected button on a screen.

…in the fond hope of capturing a moment only a little less bright and slightly less beautiful than the reality of the moment, and the ever blurred and romanticised memory that echoes through our minds.

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Cuisine. Booze. Carrot Cake Cocktail. 7-24-18

C

ocktail time: Carrot Cake
No frosting necessary. Give it a minute. It makes it’s own.

4.0 oz fresh carrot juice (including those little red and purple ones from the garden
.25 oz St. Elizabeth’s Allspice Dram
.5 oz Domaine Canton Ginger Liqueur
.5 oz Mandarine Napoleon
1.75 oz Pampero Anniversario
3-5 drops Bittercube Blackstrap bitters

Shake over ice and strain into a doubles glass with a fancy ice globe. Garnish with blackstrap bitters.

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Art. Sex. Shooting with the new lights. Model: D. 7.3.18

I bought a set of Neewer LED photographer/video lights about 6 weeks ago via Amazon. The power unit on a lighting rig should not be blinking erratically, after about 20 minutes of use, so that cut the number of light sources down in my test shoot tonight to two.

Can’t say I’m pleased with this, but I do like how the pictures came out with the lights I had left.

Here’s a sample.

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Politics. Cultural Genocide and Rotting Tomatoes. 6.30.18

I was looking around this morning to find some data to debunk some myths folks have in their heads about folks who are coming to this country, usually to escape poverty and violence and find a better life.
 
The George W. Bush center, believe it or not, had a pretty good, informative infographic.

Those images are attached to this post.

 

Families sitting in tent cities, big warehouses full of dog runs, now filled with people, and baby jails in Texas right now are asylum-seekers.

 
A lot of them are there because of warlords made strong by the import of unregistered US Guns into their countries. Some of them are caught int he crossfire in conflicts in Central America. Some are escaping the poverty brought on by the flooding of their agricultural markets with GMO corn and soy products. Some of them are fleeing because companies like Nestle and Suez and Coca Cola have privatized water and left the poor with no access.
 
Lately, particularly because the private prison system wants to keep building jails, but they aren’t able to hit their numbers by just rounding up inner city unemployed Black and brown folks, the new growth sector for private prison systems is immigrants.
 
Before all of this “build the wall” and “empower ICE to protect our borders,” nonsense, lobbyists helped to market the idea that we needed to have a place to put people who come to the US without proper documentation. These facilities have been built within 3 to 5 miles of international airports across the country, including a facility in Dulles, Virginia, with the justification that its inconvenient to house people at the airport who are in violation of visa laws.
 
If these facilities sit empty, private prisons lose money. If they are filled, local, state and federal governments are billed per occupant to house, feed, and clothe people, so where folks usually come here, do the jobs most of us don’t want to do and contribute to the economy, what we’re doing when we lock these folks up, is we are actually taking resources that could be spent on education, better roads, infrastructure, housing programs for people in poverty, etc, and we’re giving that money to private prisons.
 
What we’re also doing, specifically in the case of migrant farm workers, is this – food is rotting in the fields because farmers can’t find people to pick it. Most Americans have no interest in standing in fields in the hot sun with spiders, bees, snakes, and rats, with nowhere nearby to use the bathroom, stooped over to cut lettuce, pull potatoes out of the ground, lift heavy bushels of produce, get stung by bees while harvesting fruit, etc. Migrant workers have done that work on both sides of the border for years, but with tougher immigration standards, its harder for the legal workers to get the visas they need to do their jobs.
 
Today, protesters are gathering in the hot sun in Washington to protest the new interpretation of immigration law – where asylum seekers are being rushed through a process that labels them as criminals, without access to legal representation. This then triggers the ability to take the children from these “criminals,” and send them off for private foster care and eventual adoption, in large part by privately funded religious organizations.
 
The families may never see their children again.
 
This practice is referred to by the US as Cultural Genocide.

We need immigration policy that includes a path to citizenship, process for those seeking asylum so they are not separated from their families, and to allow folks to be able to seek education and employment in this country. This country’s strength and innovation has  relied on our ability to keep the doors open and to provide shelter and a place to seek a better life.

Immigration makes us a stronger nation. Fear and hatred only makes us weak.

We also need better foreign policy so we aren’t in our actions creating conditions that force people to leave their homes, lives and families, risk death from smugglers and exposure crossing deserts or riding in the backs of enclosed trucks without access to air, in an attempt to come to a country that was once seen as the place where poor, huddled masses came, attracted by the light of the torch and the words associated with the Statue of Liberty, yearning to breathe free and work toward a better life.

We would all fare better as human beings if folks could find liberty and breathe free wherever we are, and wherever we choose to be. 

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