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Hi there…

I’m an artist, a writer of sorts and a sometime poet. I make videos, too. Sometimes music videos. I love ancient history and I have a bad habit of going on too long about obscure things. I read library books that haven’t been checked out for decades. I’m allergic to social media. I cuss too much. That’s it.

If you’re curious, you can subscribe be notified when I post, but if you want to see the nice juicy content, you’ll have to join. You know that, I’m sure, and gonna mention it again. Y’know how on YouTube just about every creator puts this bit at the beginning of their podcasts where they bounce in their chair excitedly and say: “Like! Subscribe! Hit the BELL!!!” and go on about their content and how they’ll make more if you like them and how YouTube rewards them (true) and blah, blah, blah?

Does that bug the shit out of you? It does me. I like some of these people. I respect their work. I get that they think it’s necessary. But jeezus… It gets old.

Anyway, there’s a join button if you’re interested. But I’m drawing the line at bouncing in my chair like a kid in class who needs to hit the bathroom. I have some dignity left. Not much else, maybe, but I have that.

Thanks for visiting.

And no… that pic is not anything like me. It’s an AI generated image that I think is pretty cool and looks like maybe I’d like to if I was brazen enough to think that way, which I’m not.

PS: This site will feature artistic nudity, erotica, assorted sexiness and general naughtiness. I assume that since you’re reading this, as a functioning adult (18+), you’re perspicuous enough to know that, but I think there’s a rule that I have to say it anyway. I don’t mean to insult anyone’s intelligence.

If you’re a functional near-adult (not yet 18), sorry, come back when you are.

PPS: About that feather… I picked it because I’m sorta drifting here, not knowing where the breeze will take me. That’s one reason. There other is that one day, not too long ago, I was walking up my driveway and movement caught my. It was this tiny delicate feather—just like that one—drifting down out of the sky. I held out my hand and it settled oh-so-softly in my palm. Wow… Nature gifted me a feather. That’s the other reason. Good reasons, it seems to me. (I also thought of using a butterfly. That’s another story.)