you're fucking incredible. you always have been. you glow. it's the sort of perfection that goes unannounced, undeclared, but definetly not taken for granted. it just turns out it's just kind of creepy to go up to someone and ask "can i see/paint you naked?" there's just no socially acceptable way to acknowledge true beauty "these days," other than to say "you're hot." and then, more often than not, "hot" guys are morbidly boring, paper doll cutout stereotypes.
real beauty was never meant to be socially acceptable. it never will be.

speaking of which, i've wanted to be my own model for so fucking long. it's such a shame (and so special...) that only so few will ever see this. i'm a hedonistic, hippie-feminist, egocentric exhibitionist. i'm always checking myself out. even, especially, in the ugly moments. i'm not perfect, but i've become my body. become. association-interpretation-expression. in this sense, my physical form has simply become an extension of my spiritual self. i'm working on unity. if i could only get the brain chemistry thing down....
moreover, i'm a social experiment. i'm going to live art.
and i think tomorrow i'm starting a self portrait. yes, decidedly so.