doing it for the thrill
So remember how I totally rashly decided that 2012 would be the year of
1) getting paid for writing, AND ALSO,
2) six or maybe four pack abs?
I think this is basically my version of distilling every new year's resolution ever, but hey, I think one of my other resolutions was to me ambitious or specific or something, so I'm on track there. Anyway, I am writing a (non-porn hahaha) story with a deadline of April 30th for possibly magazine submission, so let's seeeee. It's a magical realism piece, by which I mean, it's fucking ridiculous (there's a unicorn), but I'm Spanish so it's automatically highbrow. It's sort of a hybrid of A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings and The Birthmark, but with more jokes. This basically gives the whole story away.
This is from a few weeks ago:
Stretch marks hey what. I've had you since 8th grade. EIGHTH GRADE.
And full body far away mirror shot of dubious quality from tumblr here!
I maintain that skater shoes plus bikini (plus denim jacket) is the new hottness/best thing ever/all I am going to wear with my ray gun holsters in the post apocalyptic future.
I was going to post a picture of my NES Zappers that I made into killjoy ray guns here, but apparently I didn't take any? WHATEVER, self.
I also didn't get to take them into the concert I made them for! Tear.
I think tomorrow I am going to post f-locked pictures of my naked body, because that's how I roll. I should deliver my promised beauty standards chat, but, uh, I have unicorns to write about, okaaaay. Presumably every so often I should update with pictures of my torso until I get a six or four pack or whatever the hell I am going to consider success.
My spare time currently involves googling "how to sell gay erotica" a lot. I mean, do what you love, right?
1) getting paid for writing, AND ALSO,
2) six or maybe four pack abs?
I think this is basically my version of distilling every new year's resolution ever, but hey, I think one of my other resolutions was to me ambitious or specific or something, so I'm on track there. Anyway, I am writing a (non-porn hahaha) story with a deadline of April 30th for possibly magazine submission, so let's seeeee. It's a magical realism piece, by which I mean, it's fucking ridiculous (there's a unicorn), but I'm Spanish so it's automatically highbrow. It's sort of a hybrid of A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings and The Birthmark, but with more jokes. This basically gives the whole story away.
This is from a few weeks ago:
Stretch marks hey what. I've had you since 8th grade. EIGHTH GRADE.
And full body far away mirror shot of dubious quality from tumblr here!
I maintain that skater shoes plus bikini (plus denim jacket) is the new hottness/best thing ever/all I am going to wear with my ray gun holsters in the post apocalyptic future.
I was going to post a picture of my NES Zappers that I made into killjoy ray guns here, but apparently I didn't take any? WHATEVER, self.
I also didn't get to take them into the concert I made them for! Tear.
I think tomorrow I am going to post f-locked pictures of my naked body, because that's how I roll. I should deliver my promised beauty standards chat, but, uh, I have unicorns to write about, okaaaay. Presumably every so often I should update with pictures of my torso until I get a six or four pack or whatever the hell I am going to consider success.
My spare time currently involves googling "how to sell gay erotica" a lot. I mean, do what you love, right?