Monday, March 17, 2014

The Pressure, The Pressure...

I am indeed a fortunate man to have loved and been loved by two amazing, wonderful and talented men like my Ars and my Tomais.

With Ars it meant that I got involved in the SecondLife music & club scene, I don't think there was a single club in existence those days that I did not visit at least once, either for Ars sets or because one of the Sarco Sound DJ's were playing there. I must have been acquainted with most of the DJ's and club owners in those days too. Usually I was seen as a mere attachment to the SLebrity DJ, although I did my best to assist Ars during his sets in any way I could.

A new hubby, means new requirements! Tomais, as most of you know I'm sure, is a SLebrity photographer. His whole family - and it is large - consists of accomplished photographers or photo models, which makes completely different demands on my looks and demeanor. I must at all times look chic, dashing and lovely and also be able to bend into almost any pose that the photographer may requires for a particular shot.

I have therefore been forced be careful with what I eat and drink, never more than fifteen green peas a day and two glasses of champagne. I also follow a strict training routine to become as fit, slim and bendable as modelling for a master photographer demands. (See pictures)

Strangely enough I love it, because it is fun working with this mumbling and distracted man who is completely absorbed with angles, how the light falls and which of the 20.000+ Windlight settings (he has to go through them all for every picture) he is going to use. The reward comes after the photo shoot - and sometimes during - when we are both relaxed and goofing around.


  1. And it shows.. you look handsome wherecever you go.. as well as that handsome husband of yours.. hugs you

  2. Love, you have vastly underestimated the number of windlights I have. (j/k!) ;-)

  3. You guys are so cute! 20,000 seems far to low a number lol

    1. 20.000 + , please notice the plus...

      I never counted them, but it takes f-o-r-e-v-e-r... and all the while the cute man mutters to himself and refuses to respond correctly to my delightful chattering...


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