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Slowly learning the gaysky vernacular. Currently thinking of dick root. Y’all post so often! 😅☠️

I have to transfer my SC archive because they’re charging for storage now?¿ 🙃🫣

Educational. I love this.

I accept 😩🔥🔥

I love video games but I don’t play them like I used to. I don’t think I can label myself a gaymer. 🥲 Does that make me a groupie? Because 💦💦

Shooting with David last year ✨
I can’t believe it’s almost been a full year since the date. Time is weird.

LIVESTREAM AFTER GYM 💦
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Pretty!! 🔥

Shoutout to #gaysky 💦

We’re still working up to dick but hey guys 👋😅

I’ve seen.. #thirstythursday #thickthursday #tittythursday and #tummythursday can it be all of them at once?¿

I’m so easily distracted when I’m horny. That underlining buzz of arousal can be fun for creativity until your dick takes over.

A handsome muscular young Black man lays facedown on a bed, shot from behind, wearing a backwards ballcap, T-shirt, and checked boxers pulled down to his knees to show off his excellent ass and thick thighs as he smiles and throws up a sign with his hand

Extra-plush pillows. #HumpsDay #thighlights

Raining, foggy and imagine if we were in the woods!? Ugh..

I want to shoot nudes in this crazy fog weather we’re having. I need more friends that like to pose naked.

Immediate w/ @softgaze - bit.ly/3XYU119

Finally got management to get their shit together and I guess I don’t have to move anymore. That first shower with water pressure was triggering. I stepped right into the past.

Waking up and realizing you had sex with the windows open. The rain had good timing.

The universe plays too much.

When he wants you to come to his house “to be as loud as you want” 👀

Monochrome Snapchat memories for Monday. Reminding me I need my hair cut.

Not having a type doesn’t mean I don’t have weaknesses. There’s a reason my algorithms show me so many beautiful black nerds and horror boys. 🤣🤣🤣

Cultivating organic attraction and closeness is never just “pretty.” The ugly parts are equally important because there would be no reference of the beautiful otherwise.

The idea of a person is to see them when they cannot see you. I want to look into someone’s eyes and see them looking back at me with equal fascination. Learn them in the way they laugh and cry. Learn about myself through their vernacular. Bathe in their light, brave their shadows.

When I was younger, naive, less informed. It was easy to let my imagination run wild. It translated from models I would never know to real life hometown folk. Aesthetic had me in a chokehold and I had to learn the hard way how subjective beauty really is. An image can create and provoke. Not live.

As a photographer, an avid and longtime lover of photography and a millennial raised and taught by the internet — my relationship with visual art and my perspective of people has been complicated. I can see an image and trip myself into a rabbit hole, creating an entire world around it.

I don’t typically enjoy when I’m asked what my “type” is because I don’t have one. I vibe off of people and find a wide variety of them to be beautiful. Why limit myself from experiencing anyone based on an “ideal criteria.”

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Sunday Bloody Sunday

Holy shit. It’s March..