conjure

I've put through an application to change my name ... finally. I also asked them to consider my new choice as the name of a Suicide Girl, before accepting it ... I'd really hate to apply in the near future, only to have to change it all over again.

On that note, you'll have to wait and see to find out what it is, I'm getting a little sick of being excited, and boasting about things that never come to fruition.

Thank you for all the encouragement on last weekend's goals; as it turned out though, the powers that be had a different fate in store for your's truly. Normality has, surprisingly, been restored while debaucherous social extremes are back to a mere sub-plot in my life.

Though, just before my reign of terror ceases entirely, I'm heading out next weekend to 'Scarlet' in the Valley (an event apparently entirely ungooglable, if you can find it, please post a link here.) I'll be attending with four incredibly hot women in pinstripes, suspenders, top-hats, ties and shiny new boots. It's on at the Step Inn again, a venue that I've realised, of late, is apparently the place to be. I'm long over due for a drink with my metal-head Lismore lesbian ladies.

Oh, and we're having a bit of a photoshoot in a friend's backyard before hand, so I'll be sure to showcase, as I do. And, fortunately for me, and these friendships, there are no plans to get naked. It's entirely back to my own, comfortable reality for a change ... where friends don't just start making out for the hell of it. As unfortunate as that may be for SG land ...

Speaking of photoshoots, here are another few shots from last fortnight's shoot with the amazing Adam.








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