The fung wah bus is somewhat comparable with eating a fast food hamburger: smelly, unhygenic, and cheap. This is how I got to New York last weekend from Boston for my first Burning Angel shoot. At approximately midnight Chinatown greeted me with snow and wontons and I quickly got in the nearest cab to meet up with January. She is amazing. Once in Brooklyn conversations began about nervous shitting and insane asylums. I secretly wanted to snugglefuck her on the air mattress she brought (I restrained and passed out a futon). The next day it was sleeting like crazy. Breakfast sounded good so we wend to this joint down the street where you can get a feast for 3 dollars. All I had were my stripper shoes and I was slipping all over the place looking like a freak.There are some little known secrets about nude modelling which include not shaving your vagina for a couple days prior to shooting-relieves razorburn-and the stubbles were killing me. I may have gone a bit haywire when the time came- you be the judge. After filling out paperwork at the office we returned to our location and I started getting cute/brushing kitty hair out of my coon. Brenda arrived and I fell in love (I think I might have given her the infamous "sex eyes" that us scorpios have perfected while I was spreading). I couldnt help it. On my left shoulder youll notice a bruise-like abrasion. I dont have SARS, that is a hickey Whisky gave me two nights before...and yes I loved it. The shoot went well. Originally I hadnt planned on doing much more than standing nakie in all of my glory, but I have a tendency to get carried away. Before I knew it I had a tube of lipstick in my crotch and SLUT written on my chest in red. You might have to wait to see that set... Either way Im wicked exited to be a part of Burning Angel. Everyone Ive met is awesome, and being naked is liberating as fuck.