Sins of the flesh. Nymphomania. Hysteria. Insane love. The demonization and pathologization of female sexuality. Models: Crystal Nicole, Olinka Lickova, Rachel Lilly
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The Mad Hatter. Costume created by Autumn Huse. Photographed at Muses in Wonderland. Model: Autumn Huse
Forest Nymphs on a Mossy Log. Models: Mandii Monarch, Frankie Bunny
Midnight Encounter @taurusbbbyy a.k.a. Crystal Nicole. This shot, at night, with the bright dramatic lights behind her, was Crystal’s idea. And it came out great!
Contemplation of a Sunbeam Through Stormy Skies. Model: Liv Hill
Crystal A on the rim of a volcano dancing with Skeletons. Model: Crystal A
Sunday night we like to cook up a great big old octopus for dinner (and leftovers!). Models: Crystal Nicole and Rachel Lilly
Sophia Jade and Crystal A in Shadows. Models: Sophia Jade and Crystal A
Crystal in Congregation of Potato People. Model: Crystal A
Church of the Potato People
In the Church of the Tuber, where spuds convene,
A congregation of potato people, a sight unseen.
Their eyes, like russet orbs, fixed on the sacred ground,
As they gather in reverence, in silence profound.
Starch-filled hearts beat in unison, a tater’s devotion,
In pews of mashed delight, a tuberous emotion.
The pulpit adorned with skins, a priestly spud ascends,
Preaching the gospel of the harvest, where the potato life transcends.
But amid the devout, a stranger unknown,
A beauty in disguise, a presence all her own.
She, an outsider, a radiant yam,
In the sea of potatoes, a singular glam.
Her skin, a golden hue, not of earthly soil,
A sweet fragrance of difference, a celestial foil.
Yet, she hides among them, a secret delight,
In the congregation’s eyes, a clandestine light.
The potato people, unaware of her grace,
Continue their worship in the starchy space.
But the outsider listens, absorbing their prayer,
In the silence of tubers, a connection rare.
As the sermon concludes, and the congregation disbands,
The outsider reveals herself, a rose in the lands.
The potatoes, astonished, yet welcoming still,
In this diverse church, love trumps the thrill.
For in the Church of the Tuber, diversity blooms,
In the richness of differences, unity looms.
Potato people and yams, together they stand,
In the spud-filled sanctuary, hand in hand.
Dream fantasy of an alien carnival with a nude human attendee in rapturous delight amid the spectacle. Model: Destiny @holesofdestiny
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