I don’t mean to be raw. I don’t mean to push the limits and endurance of your hearts, but I know I do.
I drive for authenticity, magic, integrity. My words and images are everything to me. They are me.
I want my words to connect to fibers of your soul like hot, wet whispers on your ear. I want you to see how much we’re alike despite an ocean between us, mountains above us.
I want my images to grip you somewhere, somehow, even if it’s just a tickle. Especially if it’s a punch.
I may suffer, but I am alive and content; do not ever pity me. I am vivid and bright, eager for each morrow.
This month I am dedicating all my efforts to my accidental rawness. Thank you for being here.