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twilight mama daughter time

Bu shot it from the hotel window. The Photoshopping I did was genius in the water… not sure it improved the part with us. *Shrug* That’s why he’s the photographer. I just play.

yoni!

One more burst of sexual energy for the Sexography GBBMCMMCGVBVC… whatever campaign :p I spent some of my birthday money on a frame for the new piece, and after the printing costs I’m going to donate what’s left to RAINN. It’s not a lot but it adds up. Throw in a few bucks with me? Mistress Daisy says give til it hurts feels good.

So, yeah. Behold: vagina art! Just like the good old art school days. You should have seen my Grandma trying to be polite about big, messy red Goddess paintings with giant boobs and bulgy vulvas.

::clicky::

The thing with creativity is, once you start that little wheel going, and I refer here in my own WiccaDu way to the chakra, that baby just starts churning of its own momentum.

And, being the rooty deep core of all yumminess that it is, dear and delicious muladhara is the center of both sex and creativity. And I seem to have awoken mine, and so it goes that as the baby naps I create Sacred Pussy Art and am crushed when Bu tells me we will have company tonight. He was so getting laid. Perhaps if he had known he would have declined his Beer, Steak, & Testosterone Night. *shrug*

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This post is a celebration of the Sexography project in support of RAINN– the Rape, Abuse and Incest National Network. RAINN provides information, education, outreach and other services. Among its programs, created and operates the National Sexual Assault Hotline at 1.800.656.HOPE. Please consider a donation to RAINN. If you donate, please mention the Daisybones blog and note “GBBMC:08″ in the “donation in honor of” section (in addition to anyone you want to honor, including yourself.) This will allow project-related donations to be tracked, and every donation sent from my blog will be (to me) regarded as honoring my mother and all others who were kept silent. Thank you.

tuesday morning art warm-up

New Sketchcast! It’s called Why I needed a Figure Model, and the sound is FUBAR’ed in the last half. I really liked the little drawing at the end though, so I’m leaving it. She reminds me of the Snake Goddess of Crete, who is one of the Goddesses who will eventually be featured on some T-shirts at my Cafe Press shop. Eventually as in after this deadline.

work in progress

(detail of working piece)

by popular- OK, by one solitary demand: my tattoos

As requested, the Wicca Hindu (Hinca? WiccaDu?) tattoo as well as my two others. (Notice also the skeaky peaky of the fab new undies.) I remembered I was going to have Bu shoot them while I was snapping my model shots with my friend, so I had her take these. It also partially evened things up since I made her strip for my art:)

They are so lonely, these three. They really need to be part of a large, prolific family of tattoos. My next one will be Ganesha or at least inspired by said Elephant God, and will be on the little arm as the beginning or a little sleeve-ish composition of colorful wildness. Roll over them; the descriptions are in the alt tags. No they’re not. Sorry. Didn’t work.

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My butterfly has Delirium\'s mismatched eyes and the Latin Witches\' Pyramid mantra around it.

This sunburst has my mother\'s natal chart in it. I love this tattoo so much. The green/blue lines were the best idea.

*Sigh* I love tattoos. I think I’d love to learn the art of doing them myself instead of just drawing them and letting someone else perform? install? etch? them. I need to start a saving jar or something to get more. That is such a priority, since we only just got caught up with our fucking mortgage.

spell for brooke

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Open up, mama! (Click for large image.)

nom nom nom

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Nursey photo, just because it’s adorable and there are no asshats from FaceBook or MySpace or LiveJournal here to poop on my boob parade. And speaking of poop, just minutes after this snapshot was taken, the Birdy walked up to me going “Ew! Blech!” with one eensy finger outstretched. I thought, “Booger!” but no. Was poop. She musta gone digging very carefully, because there was nary a smudge or smear outside of the nicely contained mess in her diaper.

I can has potty trained kid plz?