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they eat slowly
along with their rotten hearts
venomous and easily spreading
causing full of damage
Heart of Hacker
And be sure to check by my other acount: www.flickr.com/photos_user.gne?path=&nsid=77145939%40..., to see what else Very Recently!
Yes I'm back again.
However due to my main computer on which I edit my work being struck down with a big bad virus, this picture and all the others I am uploading, were Unedited but have now been replaced with Edited versions. So enjoy and Thanks for your patience and understanding.
I do still hate everything about this shit that is new Flickr and always will, but an inability to find another outlet for my work that is as easy for me to use as the Old BETTER Flickr was, has forced me back to Flickr, even though it goes against everything I believe in.
I don't generally have an opinion on my own work, I prefer to leave that to other people and so based on the positive responses to my work from the various friends I had made on Flickr prior to the changes I have decided to upload some more of my work as an experiment and to see what happens.
So make the most of me before they delete my acount: www.flickr.com/photos/69558134@N05/?details=1, to stop me complaining!!
Wear your pride on your sleeve, you never know who may be watching.
Over the last few months I've been overwhelmed with emotion over hate crimes against the queer community. In Portland, a beloved hair stylist and active member of many communities was stabbed and killed in a gay hate crime, he was followed from his work just 3 blocks from my home. In Russia hundreds of oppressed individuals who are "suspected" to be gay are being murdered by family members or thrown in concentration camps to be tortured and killed, supported by the government that's supposed to protect them. These are just a few current attacks on our community. Nothing can undo these atrocities.
I believe those spirits deserve to live on through those of us who experience some levels of freedom. The only response I know is to be more proud of who I am, more vocal to those around me, and to create more beauty to combat the hatred. Only through personally bridging the gap between misunderstanding and acceptance can we hope to change minds of those who are blinded by hateful rhetoric that has been passed on through generations.
In loving memory of Jakob Jay and the victims in Russia.
Models: @btfred, @zread23
#AdamsPhotoChallenge I chose Hate black and white.
Hate is a strong word alot of it out there! Like for this picture the knife and look is the hate because it only takes some mean words or looks for some and others will take it further with physical hate I don't care if you dont like my piercings, tattoos,glasses or being flat chested should never matter what one looks like we all change constantly in SL but we do have feelings so be respectful of ours and have fun and enjoyment of looking different.
Nikon D750
Nikon 24-120 f/4
Creativity has always been of a fickle, often elusive, friend of mine. Work, travel, schedules often conspire to drain my creative energy and prevent me from creating consistently. You can tell by the big time gaps in my uploads here. My posts often occur in bunches with long gaps between them.
I’ve had some time recently and I’ve really enjoyed creating these silly little composite images with my granddaughters. They love seeing themselves in these stories, and I love having this as something we can share. I know that a time will come when they won’t always want to spend time with me and they certainly won’t want to participate in these kinds of projects as they get older, so I’m gonna enjoy the ride as often as I can.
I know that composite images like this aren’t everyone’s cup of tea, and many don’t consider them true photography, and that’s fair. I’ve just never wanted to lock myself into one kind of photography.
For those who’ve enjoyed these Halloween images, and provided feedback, I thank you. For those who really don’t enjoy photoshopped images, but have continued to view and follow my work anyway, I also thank you.
I truly appreciate you all!
Why do I love becoming a woman? A question I often ask myself as well as hearing from others who know of my liking to take ion a female persona. Do I regret being a man that desires to dress as a woman? Where is it all going to end up?
Questions, questions…
I accept we all have our own motivations and aspirations for expressing our desire to dress as women and which can also be a desire to inhabit a female persona. I have my personal feelings, emotional needs and ambitions for my female alter-ego which are not necessarily a reflection of how others feel about their own situation. For me, I have a need to actually pass as a woman and be perceived as being female when I cross-dress. I will admit to frustration over the years through a combination of my lack of skills in the art of male to female transformation, limits imposed by my physicality (being male) and I’m sure well meant advice telling me to forget passing and just enjoy it. To forget passing undermines everything that motivates my female side. When I become Helene I want to be a woman not simply a man dressed up. I dream of having a feminine appearance and emotionally being female rather than male. If this all sounds like serious transexual characteristics and an urgent need to start transition then let me say with utter certainty that is not what I want.
I don’t buy into the simplistic view that if you have a powerful desire to be a woman then the only answer is to transition. Nothing is that straightforward that you can boil it down to a one or the other answer. There exists a huge area of crossover. I genuinely like my male life and like being me. The idea of killing off my male self and only existing as a woman is not something I want. If I were to indulge in being simplistic, I could say I want it all, to be both a man and a woman. However, I know, especially now I am sixty years of age, how my feelings operate in terms of my transgender feelings. I can see now I have real intense moments of wanting to be female and this are all consuming when they occur. I do understand though, that these intense desires being too diminish and I am happy to return to being a man again. I would say that is reasonably creative cut as to why transitioning would not be a happy course of action for me.
I doubt I am alone in having these intense moments of wanting to be female forever but knowing they will at some point ease off. I will admit that it is these feelings that drive me to want to actually look convincingly female and to behave as a female both physically and emotionally when I transform myself from a man into a woman. It’s a fundamental part of my being and needs to be set free now and again.
In recent months my focus and aspirations for my female self has shifted towards passing myself off in a believable way as being a real woman. I find myself observing real women more and more and noting their choices in clothing, footwear and make-up. I also observe what men find attractive in women they encounter My goal is to be accomplished enough to be perceived as being a female and I too want to behave and respond as a female with any social interactions be that shopping, a polite hell, having a coffee in a cafe, visiting a gallery, having a meal and even creating some intrigue and desire with men. In short my aim for the few hours I take on my female persona I want o be able to cease being a man in every way and exist as a female.
Having outlined my feelings and aspirations does that answer any of the questions I began this narrative with? I think it partly addresses them. I do have many regrets about being a man that dresses as a woman. I kind of regret I never accepted this part of myself throughout my life. It caused me a lot of angst and made me a shy not very sociable person. I think I was far more transexual as a teenager and young man than I am now. Once I settled into a career I liked and a relationship that means more to me than my own inner desires and then had a family, everything took on a different level of contentment and also responsibility. My wife and family far outweigh my lifelong desire to become female, I would hate to cause any disruption to that. I do regret my cowardice as a young person not to act on my inner feelings in regard to desiring to be female. I chose the easy option of denial and suppression. Inevitably, I failed in that attempt at self control and had to come out as being transgender at the age of forty one. I do have regrets that certain people I came out to have used it against me, I misjudged their trust. I have regrets I don’t have breasts, a female body and look female, I dream of being feminine. Im not feminine though so this does distress me somewhat and I regret the lack of femininity.
Despite the regrets, they are not enough to crush me as I do enjoy my life, it’s an aspect I can handle, I know it is down to my own inaction that these regrets exist. I try to not let them intrude as I do enjoy my rare moments as a woman and find each opportunity incredibly rewarding and fulfilling.
Recently I was asked by a female friend where all of this was going to end up? It really made me think and I wanted to answer as honestly as I could. At the moment I think in the next few years I will start to spend time out and about as a woman not a man. This is a reflection of where I am going emotionally and also I do have personal ambitions in regard to the challenge of existing as a (part-time) woman. I want to do it well and never be considered as a man when I head out as a woman. I therefore see an increase in this kind of activity and a change in my wardrobe, hair and make-up to reflect this. I did consider what would occur if I were single. I don’t want to be single but it was a hypothetical scenario I felt I should muse over. I believe I would likely spend a lot more time as my female self if I were single but I’m pretty certain I would not transition. I still like my male self so I see such a scenario as being a less inhibited opportunity to fully express myself more freely.
It has taken me pretty much fifty years to accept myself and I don’t feel I’m still quite there yet, there is a lot more self acceptance I need to embrace. I think it’s my fear of damaging my relationship with my wife and family, who all know I have a female alter-ego, that prevents me from pushing things further. Al I can say is I do feel a lot more at ease with my inner female self than I did in past decades.
Many people in north Laos just eat a bowl of rice with a big amount of garlic, you can smell them coming from very far, especially if, like me, you hate garlic!
© Eric Lafforgue
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows
What it's like to be hated
To be fated to telling only lies
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
No one knows what its like
To feel these feelings
Like i do, and i blame you!
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
Fog rolling into the San Francisco Bay. The fog's so thick that it actually looks like a gigantic wave.
Definitely check out the large version.