Grass Valley Is the Funnest place in the world

Jack London Sq. Train station.

Traveling by train, is really and truly one of the most cinematic experience ever.

Between Davis and Sacramento.

At the tip where the two roof planes merge is where Amanda lives. She lives on the second floor, in an attic space. There is a hot tub around the corner towards the back.

Compared to Amanda's room mine is pretty stoic. Most of the walls are kept bare, and the colors are simple. Comparing the two rooms, we seem like very different people. Someone may even say that we could be opposites. However, hanging out with her, I saw so many similarities in our personalities, it was reaffirming to be with her. Things that I wanted to change about my own personality, I saw in hers as strengths. We are both very intuitive people, and feelers. We know from our instincts what works, what are right and what are wrong. Some people are not, they are more skeptical.

My room.
Amanda's room.

We've decided that being hairy is a great thing. So we put fake hair under our arms, under our nose, and posed for pictures. This picture is very hairy, but it doesn't have our prosthetics.

We took some dead pictures. We posed as dead girls. Some pictures were too gross, too silly, too blah, too something else to really expose without any monetary gain, so I'm censoring them. I don't know what we're going to do with these pictures, really.

This was accidental.
So dreamy.

There is an uncanny imagery of Divine in all of my pictures. I look into pictures of my face, and I see her shadow. Maybe it's because I am from Baltimore, and she is one of the icons of the city. Maybe it's because of costuming. Maybe it's because I can identify with a transvestite: We dress up to look more like a woman, and we look fake. In some of the pictures, I see my dad's face within mine.

One of my special powers, like the TV show, 'HERO', is the ability to see truths in people's faces. Maybe this isn't a special power, and maybe other people can do this too, but there had been times when I can look into someone's face, and I see their truths. I can see a child behind their faces. The child expresses their true emotions.