The Card Countdown Salaciously Continues
Here is the Holiday card from 2005:
2005 marked the tenth year of my photo cards, and this was sort of an homage to that very first S&M-tinged card (some day I’ll fish that out and scan it in, but not today). Out of all the questionable accessories here – the mirrored jock cup, the nipple clamps, the crazy claw – it was the simple mask that got me “banned”. I had submitted a cropped version of just my masked face to be on a photo stamp. After sending it in, I quickly received a disapproval of the image, with a long list of possible reasons for its dismissal. Never one to be denied by the post office (the very one that I have helped keep in business all these years) I simply printed out the image on a sticker that I placed in the return address corner of the envelopes.
Stay tuned tomorrow for 2006…
[Addendum: I just realized that my half-naked body is just above a naked Jesus Luz, so the following bit of rambling incoherence is a too-late/last-ditch effort at adding a bit of wordy buffer and space between the two of us because I am in no way emotionally equipped to handle such a comparison.]
So, here I am, wasting online space…
Fa, la, la, la, la…
La, la, la…
La.
And the scroll down continues…
until I feel we are a reasonable distance apart.
Like Sting said
and I’ve never been a fan of Sting
(though his new Winter album looks intriguing)
Don’t Stand So Close To Me.
Jesus, I’m talking to you.
This is why the pretty girls never hang with each other.
And the pretty straight boys.
See, I was right about the incoherence
because only I know what I’m talking about.
There, that should do it.
Jesus – in all your shirtless Jesus Luz glory, I have banished you to the bottom, because, I admit, I could not take your heat. In defeat, I remain gracious. Call me.