The diary of my life as I negotiate addiction, aging, and the obsession to create. I am a former editorial photographer, social worker, and Buddhist monk: an enigma with a phallus.
When I am thinking of my d*&k, how do I know it is not my d*&k thinking of me?
Diary of an Exhibitionist Viewer Reactions
A VIEWER WRITES: "...Amazing, texturally rich, contextually dark, at times disturbing, liberating, stimulating, wistful, shocking, fresh, alien, intense, provocative, truthful...everything art is meant to be. some may think it sheer pornography, but I don't have those feelings. You may be to art what Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath were to poetry."
ANOTHER VIEWER STATES: "You can look at these pictures and tell the person is disturbed."
ANOTHER VIEWER REMARKS: "Cruel but kind. Deep but shallow. Hilarious but sad. Must see but avoid."
A FINAL VIEWER NOTES: "You are the Ancient Mariner of photography with a phallus around your neck. "
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