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Remember the episode of Father Knows Best where the Anderson family hosted the foreign exchange student who was a practicing nudist? No? Well, now you have that memory. Model: Lareina Tay
Cheek to Cheek. Models: Jenn Michelle @jenn__michellle , Crystal Nichole @taurusbbbyy
Mandii expresses her inner mermaid. Models: Mandii Monarch, Frankie Bunny
The first time I heard the word “Id” was in one of my all-time favorite movies, “Forbidden Planet,” where the ancient, long-extinct, inhabitants of the faraway planet (the “Krell”), had developed a massive machine that could physically manifest one’s psychic energy into all kinds of wonderful things. But, when it tapped into that dark, subconscious part of our mind called the Id, the Krell machine manifested super-powerful, uncontrollable, scary monsters. Quite a cool and intriguing concept for my 13-year-old mind!
In addition to introducing me to the concept of the “Id” (and inspiring a lifelong love of science fiction), the movie also fired up another part of my brain–the libido (though I did not learn the word until much later). The barefoot, half-naked, Anne Francis, skinny-dipping in her idyllic garden, sent my young hormones raging. I thought I would have a little fun here and give a one-frame cameo to the lovely Lareina Tay. After all, if Dr. Morbius, alone on the planet for all those years with just his daughter, could manifest a living, breathing, pet tiger for her, is there any doubt that he would manifest some pets of his own?
A disturbing nightmare of being trapped in a mechanistic black void. Model: Jemstarlight Moon
Nude in Public Nightmare Model: Destiny
Destiny’s Naked Nightmare
In the realm of midnight’s haunting veil,
Destiny, stripped bare, wanders frail.
Through streets unknown, a surreal domain,
A nightmare’s grip, a relentless chain.
Naked truth adrift in shadows’ keep,
A city unfamiliar, lost in sleep.
Whispers of forgotten tales entwine,
As Destiny treads through the ghostly line.
Moonlit alleys, cobblestone dreams,
Echoes of silence, or so it seems.
Mysterious faces leer from the shade,
In the abandoned city, where fears cascade.
Twisted figures with eyes unknown,
Their gazes pierce through flesh and bone.
A carnival of the bizarre, a midnight parade,
Destiny’s essence on display, betrayed.
Lurking in corners, figures bizarre,
Dancing with shadows, beneath the stars.
Wraiths and phantoms, specters unkind,
In the surreal recesses of Destiny’s mind.
The city breathes, an entity obscure,
As Destiny stumbles, unsure.
Her footprints echo in deserted streets,
A symphony of solitude, where destiny meets.
The clock strikes midnight, a haunting chime,
As Destiny navigates the corridors of time.
Naked vulnerability in the moonlight,
A captive in her own nightmare’s spite.
Through this desolate city, she roams,
A captive soul in the cosmic catacombs.
Yet, in the heart of this dream-like despair,
Destiny seeks escape, a silent prayer.
In the labyrinth of the mind, she’s confined,
A dreamer lost in the corridors of the mind.
In the strange, surreal city, where shadows play,
Destiny yearns for the light of a new day.
A classical portrait of Lethe as a wood nymph in an enchanted forest. Model: Lethe
Kay Ace posing like the multi-armed goddess Durga, with help from Olinka Lickova and Jessa Ray Muse.
Adlee Ray as a Forest Goddess at Muses in Wonderland. Model: Adlee Ray
