Friday, December 18, 2015

Just What the Doctor Ordered

(I began this shoot feeling basically like this ^...)

(…but by the time I was finished? I felt much more like this…thaaaaaank goodness)

(All pics. snapped on 12/17/15 - using a Sony Cybershot and edited on iPhoto)

Some people in this world really are just so wicked…yes, even people here on this warm, friendly island (well, at least one for sure that I know of) .

Back when I was living in The States, I became quite adept at shrugging off the negative remarks that folks regularly made about me, and my blogs…remarks that usually only made it to my ears as secondhand information, as most of the people who had such huge problems with my art, and the unorthodox way that I lived my life - were too chickenshit to share their negative opinions of me, with me directly. For whatever reason though, no matter how scathing, I was always able to let the rhetoric roll right off of the thick skin on my back…those naysayers didn't matter to me, see? So neither did their derisive remarks.

Long story short, it's just not my nature to give a shit about what people say, or think about me. So this week, when someone here on Anguilla said something directly to me - something that I found to be so mean-spirited, humiliating, and cruel - I was startled by how badly it upset me…like it honestly made me sick to my stomach.

I couldn't seem to manage to shake off the initial sting of his biting sentiments…matter of fact, the more time that passed, the worse I felt about the whole thing, it sucked pretty bad. But then I thought back to all of those times in the past, when financial woes, or boyfriend troubles, or whatever - got me feeling similarly supremely low…and how sometimes the only way for me snap out of my chagrin - was to go out and stage some new self-portraits. And more times than not, doing so did cheer me up.

So. Yesterday, I decided that maybe I should implement that same strategy, in order to (hopefully) lift my spirits a bit.

I left the secluded, somewhat secret spot seen in the selfpics above, feeling about a million times better than I did when I first got there. And I'm happy to say that I'm (mostly) done fretting over the troubling verbal exchange between me and the wicked scunt.

Before he so quickly switched from being sweet, charming, and polite - to rude, hateful, and mean - he noted that I hadn't posted any new pics. on the blog in a long time…Well? Here ya' go…a new brand set of self-portraits, and a story all about you to go along. Enjoy.

(P.S. Don't kid yourself, you actually are mean…like, REALLY, REALLY mean)


  1. *applauds you* Good on you for doing something that makes you feel better - and what great photos to come out of it, too! (I am particularly partial to the third one, but they're all amazing).

    As for the local? He's a douchetard. Yep. *nods*

    xx Dee

  2. Your eternal life is all that matters, dear; then, we may do ANYTHING we wanna... besides mass on Sunday.
    Lemme tella youse summore
    without d'New Joisey accent, toots...

    The more you shall honor Me,
    the more I shall bless you.
    -the Infant Jesus of Prague
    (<- Czech Republic, next to Russia)

    trustNjesus ALWAYS, dear,
    and wiseabove to Seventh-Heaven...
    cuzz the only other realm aint too cool.
    God bless your indelible soul.