Yes so back to the whole narcissism thing. I continue to play with images. These doctored photos feel more honest and playful than the previous lot. I see a lot of Kansas in me. I have my grandma's lips. Wary eyes. I'm not a smiler.*
I met a masseur. His business card read "Massage Therapy/Performance Massage" and I got this mental image of the guy (the whole nerd package by the way--skinny, glasses, chiclet teeth) swanning around his massage space with a glittery scarf. "My patients are the performers and I massage them," he corrected me rather sternly, and I had to apologize for laughing.
I had to laugh at the performance massage guy too, thanks! Congrats on the new stories coming out, too!
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