She Wore a Briliant Disguise

I heard this song for the first time in over 10 years today. I had to pull over my car and absorb it. As I get older, I am starting to understand Bruce's songs. This one sums up one of the worst times in my life. We both wore a brilliant disguise I guess.

Brilliant Disguise
Bruce Springsteen

I hold you in my arms
as the band plays
What are those words whispered baby
just as you turn away
I saw you last night
out on the edge of town
I wanna read your mind
To know just what I've got in this new thing I've found
So tell me what I see
when I look in your eyes
Is that you baby
or just a brilliant disguise

I heard somebody call your name
from underneath our willow
I saw something tucked in shame
underneath your pillow
Well I've tried so hard baby
but I just can't see
What a woman like you
is doing with me
So tell me who I see
when I look in your eyes
Is that you baby
or just a brilliant disguise

Now look at me baby
struggling to do everything right
And then it all falls apart
when out go the lights
I'm just a lonely pilgrim
I walk this world in wealth
I want to know if it's you I don't trust
'cause I damn sure don't trust myself

Now you play the loving woman
I'll play the faithful man
But just don't look too close
into the palm of my hand
We stood at the alter
the gypsy swore our future was right
But come the wee wee hours
Well maybe baby the gypsy lied
So when you look at me
you better look hard and look twice
Is that me baby
or just a brilliant disguise

Tonight our bed is cold
I'm lost in the darkness of our love
God have mercy on the man
Who doubts what he's sure of


Side note. I just watched this video twice. I am a big fan of black and white so this video fits my visions well. I also appreciate the simplicity of it. Just Bruce in a kitchen, all shot in one take.

Galicia

Galicia at Sunset
I took this photo on a mountainside outside of A Guarda (La Guardia) overlooking the Atlantic. The fog was just rolling in.

A few years ago I worked for a few months in Galicia Spain. This was not my first time in Spain, but was my first time living in the Vigo area. This area of Spain is in the northwest corner. It is rocky, mountainous and blessed with a series of Rias (kind of like fjords) that jut inland creating hundreds of miles of coastlines.

The people in this area were polite, yet kind of distant at first. I know it is not the heavily visited area by tourists, so that may explain some of this behavior. Once I got established and started meeting and getting to know the locals, they opened themselves to me. The owner of the local restaurant tried to teach me Gallego (a local language) and made sure I tried every label of local Albarino wine and pimientos del Padron.

Over coffee one morning at a local cafe (my favorite breakfast was cafe cortado and a chocolate croissant.) I met Rosa. Rosa is a beautiful woman who lived two homes away from me and worked in the neighboring city I worked in.

Rosa introduced me to the nightlife of the area. We went to restaurants and clubs two or three nights a week. She showed me many of the beaches of the area and her favorite places.

After a few weeks, we knew we were attracted to each other. We talked about it and soon realized we could not develop a deep relationship. I was scheduled to go back to the California in two months and neither of us wanted a long-distance relationship. After talking for a few hours over a perfect dinner, we walked along the beach that night holding hands. We sat on the sand and looked up at the stars. We shared the English, Spanish, and Galician names for the stars and constellations. We then stripped naked and ran into the cold Atlantic, after the water got to our knees, we decided that was enough and ran right back out.

There was not much of a moon so we could barely see each other naked. She laid on top of me and looked in my eyes. Even though we could barely see each other, I could feel her warm breath as she spoke to me. I rested my hands on the small of her back and in that instant we both felt the pull of the erotic lust we had built take over.

We woke up in her bed on Sunday morning. We looked at each other and knew something had changed. We had tasted the carnal candy together and enjoyed it. We also knew it would be our last time doing that since it would become too personal to let go. I made her breakfast.

The next day we met over coffee again and our lives resumed as prior to that weekend.

It is funny how sex can be just sex, or sometimes it can consume every desire, or sometimes it can make a deep personal connection, or sometimes all three at once.

EDIT- Unfortunately I do not remember how to make accent marks and tildes above the letter "n" to make them correct for the Spanish alphabet. Anyone know the keyboard shortcuts for them?

Thanks to Univers d' Artistes and What We Saw Today

Wow... I am blushing. First I get some nice comments, then two great blogs link to me and to top it all off Univers d' Artistes hosted an article about this blog. What an honor. I am big fans of both of their blogs and recommend you look at them. Their photography is top notch and their writings are very insightful.

Univers d' Artistes

Unbearable Lightness by Joseph Crachiola
What We Saw Today

The beautiful Leila Swan

Leila 1
This was my very first photo from my first shoot with Leila. It is not a great photo, but it shows her beauty from the beginning.

Leila Swan is a local legend in the San Francisco bay area erotic/fetish entertainment scene. In 2004, I worked with her a few times and learned so much about working with professional artist/models from her. She is a kind, hardworking, creative, energetic, professional, fun, sharing woman.

I plan to work with her again this year and I highly recommend her for your modeling needs.

Here is a link to her One Model Place (OMP) page.

6 Word Story

I found beauty in similar believers.

One of My Early Photos

Yen and Yang

I thought it was about time to post some of my photographic work. I started photographing nudes in 2003. Here are some of my earlier works. They were all shot on film and scanned using a cheap scanner, so please forgive the imperfections.

PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! Even if you don't like the photos, I appreciate hearing your thoughts on my works.

All photo copyrights owned by SideBPhotography.

How to Walk in Heels - A tutorial

To The Party - The Long Taxy Ride - Part 2

In a dark taxi
Jolene sits so close to me
her leather rubs mine

Fingers in her hair
She looks up to me and smiles
gently pull her hair, smile

Her hand 'tween my legs
slow strokes with her fingernails
my eyes slowly close

My mind drifts away
Reality comes back fast
The taxi pulls over

ARRIVED

Here is a link to part 1

Sensual Bondage

I discovered a new photographer that amazes me, Igor Amelkovich. Here is a link to his site. These two photos are amazing. The lighting and shadow are relatively soft compared to the harshness of the image. My favorite is the top photo. I love the feel of her waiting patiently.

Six-word stories.

More six-word stories. They are separate stories and are not related to each other. Here is a link to more about six-word stories.

For Laura: She died thinking she wasn't loved.

For mi amigo: When will money stop driving you?

For Steffi: I still feel you on me.

For Jolene: When you kiss, you consume me.

Please share your six-word stories in the comments section.

Just Looking

Paraj-- I shared a special moment with a beautiful coworker.

Sits across the room
her Indian eyes look back
Caught looking at her.

Her eyes close half way
They're so sexy and sultry
oh so sensual

A small smile opens
she looks down, breathes, then looks up
A warm smile opens

I smile in return
The presenter moves and coughs
Our gazes separate.

Tonight's short post

I had a long day. I am not going to bitch about it because it was a good day. I am wiped out though. I want to post a few photos that I find beautiful.


Is this photo lesbian erotica or maybe so lyrically beautiful that it transcends sex and Eros?

This one is erotic to me... so erotic. My eyes follow the three strong lines, the light of each thigh to the center and the line of her hair draping down to the same point, the point where all attention is focused in the photo and also in my desires. I want to reach in and pull her hair to the side and take in (both visually and physically) the full beauty of her sex. This photo is amazingly sensual to me. What do you think?

I love photos because they are silent. This photo is even quieter, if that is possible. It is such a soft, silent moment. It feels like she is covering herself for some reason, but maybe not the one we think. Is she ashamed? I don't think so. Does she feel like she is not alone? Of course the photographer is there, but I feel she is alone. Maybe she is just enjoying the sensual beauty of her body. As a photographer, I like how the photographer chose to go with a gray background that accentuates the soft feel of her skin, her mood, and the moment. If I was in the room with her, I would feel bad interrupting her moment.

What do you think the message of the photo is?

Six-Word Stories

I read an article about six- word stories. You can chose a theme and have to tell a story in six words. Here is a site dedicated to it.

Not all of mine are erotic.

Still breathing, that's a good thing.

"What's next?" the seven always asks.

Came in pants, date is over.

Her laugh mesmerized me... until today.

Fuck the relationship, we just fucked.

You moaned her name again honey.

One kiss, one lick, one fuck

You've had better, same for me.

She fucked our friend, good bye.

My heart's yours, give it back.

My memory's shorter than my member.

Her smell lingers, arousing me again.

She feels me fill her, again.

Laura killed herself, she was 16.

Misogynists hate women, mysandrists hate men.

Your first kiss made me sweat.

Your nipple so soft between fingers.



Please share some of your six-word stories.

I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself - Two Versions

Two ways to listen and look at the song. Thanks to the White Stripes (and Kate Moss) and Dusty Springfield (the original).

Lesbian Art and Google

I was watching The L Word tonight. I don't know how most lesbians feel about the show. The few who have commented on it thought little of it. Many of the characters have interesting artwork in their beautiful LA places.

During the show, I typed "Lesbian Art" into Google Images. Of course I found porn. I also found images that I find beautiful, erotic, symbolic, but may be porn or denigrating for all I know.

Here are the images. Most of the images/art were not cited to sources.

This photo is a famous one that has had so much commercial success. It has been on many guy's (and maybe girl's) dorm walls in college. Seems kind of trite and popular now.

Red and black are my favorite colors. This photo shows emotion that trancends the nudity. It has love and affection. Because they are nude, it obviously shows the gender/sexual message as well.


Very eroticly charged. I love how the artist used a negative image for this. A negative (for those who only know digital photographs) is what we old time photographers would use to make prints (positives) from. What is this saying about lesbian love? Am I reading too much into it? I experimented in Photoshop and converted it to a positive image. The artist was right to leave it in this format. Much more powerful and oh so beautiful.
This is the art of Kim Larson. Her drawings are incredible. Being a monochromatic photographer (black and white), I love the simplicity of her art. I recommend you read her blog.

In the near future, I am going to post some of my "lesbian art." I do have one question, can a guy create "lesbian art"?

88 Lines About 44 Women

I first heard the song 88 Lines About 44 Women by The Nails and missed half of the "odes" to the ladies. I downloaded it and found it an amazing summary of relationships in such a simple way. As you know, I love simplicity.

Here are the lyrics.
88 Lines About 44 Women

Deborah was a Catholic girl
she held out till the bitter end
Carla was a different type
she's the one who put it in
Mary was a black girl
I was afraid of a girl like that
Suzen painted pictures
sitting down like a Buddha sat

Reno was a nameless girl
a geographic memory
Cathy was a Jesus freak
she liked that kind of misery
Vicki had a special way
of turning sex into a song
Kamala, who couldn't sing,
kept the beat and kept it strong

Zilla was an archetype
the voodoo queen, the queen of wrath
Joan thought men were second best
to masturbating in a bath
Sherry was a feminist
she really had that gift of gab
Kathleen's point of view was this
take whatever you can grab

Seattle was another girl
who left her mark upon the map
Karen liked to tie me up
and left me hanging by a strap
Jeannie had a nightclub walk
that made grown men feel underage
Mariella, who had a son,
said I must go, but finally stayed

Gloria, the last taboo
was shattered by her tongue one night
Mimi brought the taboo back
and held it up before the light
Marilyn, who knew no shame,
was never ever satisfied
Julie came and went so fast
she didn't even say goodbye

Rhonda had a house in Venice
lived on brown rice and cocaine
Patty had a house in Houston
shot cough syrup in her veins
Linda thought her life was empty
filled it up with alcohol
Katherine was much too pretty
she didn't do that shit at all

Pauline thought that love was simple
turn it on and turn it off
Jean-Marie was complicated
like some French filmmaker's plot
Gina was the perfect lady
always had her stockings straight
Jackie was a rich punk rocker
silver spoon and a paper plate

Sarah was a modern dancer
lean pristine transparency
Janet wrote bad poetry
in a crazy kind of urgency
Tanya Turkish liked to fuck
while wearing leather biker boots
Brenda's strange obsession
was for certain vegetables and fruit

Rowena was an artist's daughter
the deeper image shook her up
Dee Dee's mother left her father
took his money and his truck
Debbie Rae had no such problems
perfect Norman Rockwell home
Nina, 16, had a baby
left her parents, lived alone
Bobbi joined a New Wave band
changed her name to Bobbi Sox
Eloise, who played guitar,
sang songs about whales and cops
Terri didn't give a shit
was just a nihilist
Ronnie was much more my style
cause she wrote songs just like this
Jezebel went forty days
drinking nothing but Perrier
Dinah drove her Chevrolet
into the San Francisco Bay
Judy came from Ohio
she's a Scientologist
Amaranta, here's a kiss
I chose you to end this list.

Men at Forty

I am looking at forty in a few months. I am not too scared of it... yet. Here is a great poem I first read in John Irving's novel The Hotel New Hampshire. It is called Men at Forty by Donald Justice.

Men at forty
Learn to close softly
The doors to rooms they will not be
Coming back to.

At rest on a stair landing,
They feel it
Moving beneath them now like the deck of a ship,
Though the swell is gentle.

And deep in mirrors
They rediscover
The face of the boy as he practices tying
His father's tie there in secret

And the face of that father,
Still warm with the mystery of lather.
They are more fathers than sons themselves now.
Something is filling them, something

That is like the twilight sound
Of the crickets, immense,
Filling the woods at the foot of the slope
Behind their mortgaged houses.

The most powerful part of this poem for me is the first part. It says so much about straddling the line of life.

Men at forty
Learn to close softly
The doors to rooms they will not be
Coming back to.

What doors will I not be coming back to? Am I closing them softly as not to draw attention to the closure that it signifies? Kind of fucking depressing, isn't it?

I take inspiration from Irving's character Frank in his novel. His younger brother sent him a copy of this poem on Frank's fortieth birthday. Frank did not read past the first four lines.

Frank fired me back a note saying he stopped reading the damn poem right there. "Close your own doors!" Frank snapped. "You'll be forty soon enough. As for me, I bang the damn doors and come back to them all the fucking time."

A couple of Haikus (without the nature reference)

My thoughts-clear at times
dirty, muddy, other times
Revel in the last

The gorgeous woman
Who knows her true desires?
A lost opening

SB

The most beautiful actress... Monica Bellucci

I first saw her in the second Matrix movie, then The Passion, then a bunch of others. I must say I felt bad about having the hots for Mary Magdaline in The Passion. Her beauty is timeless, sultry, seductive, and exemplifies sex. Who do you find sexy in the movies?

The first photo is from the Matrix.

One of my favorite foot-fetish photos (say that fast three times)

I don't have a foot fetish, but I love beautiful photos of the subject. This one is so sensual. The eye contact makes it perfect.