Motherducking torment

Gender equality!

Equal pay! 

How do I get equal pay to Pablo Picasso? 

Picasso after death. Not before.

Equal pay! No? Can’t do it? Damn. Worth a try. I made a sign and everything. 

I found a local art supply store up the street from me wedged in between a furniture store where no one speaks English, and a “vintage shop” where nothing is vintage just old broken and dusty. The art supply store is great. Has all my tools. And being that I’m in the art district, I imagine it wouldn’t be hard to find what I want anyway. Everything else however...

Since I’m new in town and haven’t yet begun to look for male models, I rely on men’s fitness magazines for reference shots, only.... 

Men’s health and fitness magazines are considered adult content (aka pornography) where I now live and are not sold anywhere but in sex shops. 

And

Because I Heart Radio, and Life Is Beautiful, are both going on this weekend, traffic is currently a nightmare. 

I’m not attending either. No thanks. I was more excited when I learned the football coach in Forrest Gump, was actually Enos from (80’s tv) The Dukes of Hazard. 

Enos! 

Loved that guy.

So until I find my male models and/or get to a sex shop, I’ve downloaded a bunch of Kyle Clarke photos that were shot by Michael Stokes.

“Why don’t you ever draw women?”

Stare at some girl all day? Nope. No. Pass. Boring.

Stare at a hot male fitness model like Kyle Clarke all day. Yup. Sweet Jesus. Hi! 

“You know he’s gay, right?”

Yeah. Um. Can you please move out of the way, honey. I can’t see Kyle Clarke’s delicious body I’m totally going fantasize licking up and down later.