Just in time for Christmas, makes a great gift, is shipped via email to the person of your choice, for only $6.99 — that’s 30 images to enjoy and confess your vampire ways to your heart’s — or jugular vein’s — content!
‘Tis the Season to be Jolly, so get your quill pen out and start crafting up those verses for your genuine Jack the Ripper Christmas Sonnets creative writing Pak. You can order this Pocket Mission Pak right now, today, shipped to you via email, to insure pre-Christmas delivery!
If you want the whole package, there’s still time to order if you’re in the U.S.A. — Continue reading
These are a series of screenshots, a walkabout through Ancient Rome. I’ll be shooting a “My Roman Holiday” for YOU, with 30 Screenshots for you to describe or to which you might decide to write poetry — it’s up to you. Continue reading
My Victorian Christmas is a Pocket Mission Pak of 30 incredibly rare and powerfully evocative Victorian photographic memory-joggers and past-life triggers related to Christmas.
You can tell a story or write a poem about each of the 30 stunning and unique photographs in the Pocket Mission Pak, and publish your results on akashiclibrary.com where readers can compare the same photo described by different authors, in a carousel selection system developed by XxaxX Software — that’s Uncle Claude’s software development company, in case you didn’t know. Continue reading
Recognize this street? Well, you should. You died here in a gunfight in 1878, and that wasn’t the first or last time you died, but it’s an easy Past Life to remember, because the trauma was so strong. It wasn’t that big a deal to die — here you still are to tell the tale. “Death Row” was the name given to this Old West “Main Street” that saw over 100 gunfights in its day.
That’s one thing about death that people don’t generally realize. Death is not permanent. In fact, death is so damn impermanent, it’s a pain in the ass, and I’ll explain why. You finally get the hang of a life you’re living, and wham! Along comes Death to wreck the show … but wait, weren’t you just barely crawling along, whizzing around in a wheelchair with a bottle of oxygen and a long clear plastic tube.
So how would you like to remember this death? You’d rather not re-experience a death? I don’t blame you, death is never pleasant, although it can be a great relief if you’re in terrific unbearable and unrelenting pain. Still, it’s not something we naturally seek, nor are we intended to. You’re here to do a job because you can. You were born with the ability to carry out your work mission. Whether you do it or decide to whack off for your whole life is entirely up to you. Continue reading
You may have noticed that there is a sudden stoppage in the LeslieAnn “My Life as a Boy” postings; that’s because it has been loaded onto leslieannstandup.com and will be continued on that blog spot until it’s done, whenever that is, after which it will be expanded upon, possibly re-arranged and published in hardcover and paperback.
The hardcover edition will contain a frontispiece of signed original artwork and a signed collophon page. Handmade French endpapers and fine artstock paper will be featured, as well as a special ridged binding.’
Projected price of the numbered & signed limited edition hardcover is yet to be determined, based on costs, but will be targeted for $225 retail, a very low price in today’s livre d’artist market, where many books retail in the thousands.
The paperback is NOT signed and is not intended for signature. It is strictly a reading copy, not a collectible. Nevertheless, LeslieAnn will sign the first 100 copies but none of them will be numbered and the edition is Open, meaning unlimited production based on market and order fulfillment.
“My Life as a Boy” is an exciting project — I refer you to Robert Heinlein’s “Time Enough For Love” in which he projects the entire story-frame from a woman’s headset.
There are many examples of similar projects.
I’m using photos that have been in the family for many years, but have not seen the light of day and were all-but-buried in a special chest of “family only” photos that I’ve dug up for this project.
In the book, you will see hundreds of photos that have been “lost”, all of which are of me as LeslieAnn in a variety of situations over a period of 73 years.
I think you’ll have fun with this, but there’s a whole host of lessons to be learned from it — I invite you to comment on your experience with this written document.
LeslieAnn
Wolfie and I arrived at the Trailways — or was it Greyhound??? — bus terminal and found an apartment almost instantly — we had no money — we were both waiting for our service paychecks to catch up with us, so I called a sci-fi writer friend, Mary Kornbluth, and she said she had an extra room if we didn’t mind 250 cats all around us, so we went there and bedded down for the night. This cat was our first visitor, and I snapped the shot and it survived the years, and here it is.
The next day we walked down Broadway, looking for work. Both of us were limited in wardrobe — everything we had on we’d acquired the day before, at Gettysburg, which is kinda near where we’d worked our last three weeks of service, Valley Forge Hospital, in the TB wards.
Dangerous, but it beats guard duty with a .12 gauge with orders to shoot any prisoner who attempts an escape. I never knew whether the weapon was loaded, but I got out of there fast when I got the offer of spending the last few weeks at Valley Forge in spite of the danger of TB, and it’s fortunate I did go there, or I’d never have met Wolfie.
AUTHOR’S PREFACE
I didn’t like life as a boy; oh, sure, you got all the rights and privileges and perks of being a boy in a man’s world, but I had to constantly hide my gender. I bound my breasts down, wore socks to make a bulge and luckily or unluckily, my voice was naturally deep, like a 60 year old cigarette smoker — like, really deep.
My girlfriends used to make fun of my voice, and even though I could sing high harmonies in a perfectly fine soprano voice — and I can still hit the high notes today — I couldn’t make myself speak comfortably in a high squeaky voice, and I never did. Continue reading
Aunt Sophie was an artist who thought the human body was just another thing to paint, draw, sculpt or photograph. She spent several days with me developing a portfolio of simple photos taken with my simple Ansco Flash Clipper and later a borrowed 35mm pre-war Leica III-C which I still have in my XXth Century Camera Collection. I’ve airbrushed a few of my photos of her and my other aunts, so I could share them here. If I’m wrong, I’ll take them down. Continue reading
I’ll bet you’re wondering how to get started on the Tattoo-Fashions road to success, happiness and a non-ink future for your kids & grandkids. It’s totally easy.
STEP ONE — Contact Yanesh or use the contact page on this website for information about how you can participate in the Space-Bender Project.
STEP TWO — Refer to Step One.
What is Tattoo-Fashions?
First of all, I DON’T create my designs in Photoshop. I hand-draw and hand-paint them, and so does Amy. I’m so amazed at her hand-drawn upper back design, truly a work of art, not a mechanical “art” tattoo as you’d see in the standard blue-ink parlors.
Neither Amy nor I depend on mechanical drawing in Photoshop or anywhere else, to get us where we want to go, and we’re sharing our skills with our tattoo-fashions students at women’s creative workshop.
We just don’t use mechanical drawing for anything, not for any reason whatsoever. If you ain’t got it in the hands, you ain’t got it, baby. Continue reading