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she takes off her clothes ~ april 12, 2001 - 10:38 p.m. If it looks like things are sliding around, it's not your imagination... I've been having weird diary problems which appear to be more or less netscape-specific. something about html endtags. don't ask, it's been a nightmare. it seems to be more or less okay at the moment, although I still can't get that diaryland bar at the bottom to sit where I want it to. at least everything's there, now. so I'm probably too tired to do my day justice... maybe I won't even try, just save it for later... but it seems like whenever I do that I lose track of all that stuff I was gonna write about that seemed so important at the time. and I do want to write about my first experience making porn. I mean, it seems notable. maybe I'll just go into it in brief, for now... try to go back and fill in details later. I started out the day on almost no sleep, since I was up all night working on the short story I'm writing. hooray! I'm very excited to be working on a short story again after all these years, and I AM ACTUALLY working on it, which is even more exciting. but so I was tired and out of it, but in a surprisingly good mood. kind of excited to be trying something new in my life. namely, meeting up with a photographer who hired me to pose for naked pictures. yes, something new. so I met up with the guy, who was nice and mellow and not a skangy sleazeball, which was a relief. he was very santa-cruz-style... tie-dye t-shirt, khaki shorts, tevas with wool socks. totally respectful of my boundaries. called it a joni. gotta love it. he likes to work outside, so we went to the coast, shot some film on the beach, but it was really windy, so we moved to a meadow where it was quiet and sunny, shot some more film, and then finished up at his house. these are all still photos, by the way. images of my body I'm down with, moviemaking I'm not. how was it? fine. it was work. I've done worse things at temp jobs. when I was a ranch hand, I got paid to shovel shit. how do I feel about it? that's a big question. part of the answer is: I don't know. I think I'm still processing. I'll let you know when I figure it out. will I do it again? quite possibly. I guess it all kinda depends on the outcome of the how-do-I-feel-about it question. What I do know is that yesterday I was broke, and now I have three hundred dollars. that'll be gone as soon as I get the brakes done on my car, but hey, brakes help the car stop and that ain't a bad thing. I have so much more to say about all this... it's just gonna have to be a "to be continued..." what a long, strange trip it's been, indeed... the asylum street spankers are coming to town this weekend... that means wammo and mikey and all kindsa crazyfun happenings. I can't wait. but now I gotta get me some sleep. 'night y'all...
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