With the help of Pixelpunks, I made this little vision of me. She doesn't look a whole lot like me, I'm afraid, but it was the best I could do with what was at hand. The hair is too small, and the face too heart-shaped, but the clothes and tan are about right. Stupid tan. I'd rather be my usual pale, virgin-to-the-sun self, but all the outdoor dancing I've been doing has put my heliophobic wishes to rest.I modelled for artists again, today. It was another easy modelling day. After the initial nude gesture drawings, it was all hands. I prefer modelling feet, since it leaves my hands free for reading, but at least I could move around plenty.
Originally, I'd been scheduled to model this afternoon, but was switched to the morning shift. When I asked why the change was made, I was told, "Well, we're working on musculature in the afternoon, so we need a guy, of course."
Damn my overly-voluptuous, soft, womanly form! All that weight-training, kung fu, and dance has been for naught! I guess it just takes a penis to be considered muscular.