SALT RINGS / KISS PERFECTION

"When ever I am unhappy I just turn and look at my backside in the mirror and I feel good again." -Juliette of the Spirits (she said something like that. I'm sure it didn't LOOK LIKE 'DIS!)


Thisi white boy with flava in the heat after an hour of legs has to gloat. These are the the sweat patterns of perfection: the triangle suspended over the cleavage of death, the subtle sweat dots hovering over the side dents and, lastly and uncalled for in fabulousness, the dried salt circles on each cheek. The underside has not been filmed. This buffalo gal goes round the outside.

MY CAN

Yes this is an entry about my backside and may I say that lately it is exactly what I want to show people. When your can is doing so well that cool Hispanic women on Avenue C and their friends run up and want to pose with it then you are doing pretty well as a white boy (with flava!). Problem is that with my altering and enhancing my endocrine system (as a result of a serious medical imbalance) I'm becoming more of dominant so the darn thing is just going to eventually go to waste.