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Happy Mothers Day, motherfuckers. Just kidding. You know I love you. You guys give me a reason to Uber into Hell AKA Hollywood to photograph amazing women like Mazzy Plimpton. Her leggy, athletic body is truly a vision. She is not the most emotive of women, but she definitely has those flames burning within. Patience is everything. More of her to come soon. Take it sleazy.
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Samadhi Amour. What an odd name. One day I might Google it and find out what it means. Not today though. Today I am concerned with more important matters. I am focusing on my breathing. Cold air in. Warm air out. That sure does feel good. What would you feel in the presence of Samadhi? Would you feel lust? Appreciation? Apathy? Inadequacy? Anger? A beauty like hers will teach you a lot about yourself. The path we take is often guided by our attitude. I might not always have a great one, but I am learning to adjust it. That's one thing we must all hold onto. The desire to learn. Dig it, man? -Charlie
Guys, I feel that I have misled you in some way and I am tired of carrying around all this guilt. I must make a shocking confession. I am trans. I was born a female. I wore dresses, played with dolls, tortured kittens, you know, everything that little girls normally do. But something never felt right. I began getting interested in trucks and math and even started fantasizing about my teenage babysitter, Jessica. I wanted to do everything that boys did, I wanted to eventually pleasure women in the ways only men could--the dick, the balls, the large bank account. I needed it all. So after third grade, I made the leap. I started taking hormone blockers and surgically transitioned to becoming a man. I have to say, it was the best decision that I ever made as a child. God bless Portland and Patsy Ford.
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Hello everyone. This is part one of another shoot I did in Kiev, or Kyiv, or whatever you prefer to call Ukraine's capital, currently being shelled by Russian artillery. Obviously, these photos were taken during happier times. Regan Budimir recruited her photogenic friend to join the Zishy army. Her name is Olena Kozich. This update focuses more on tease and less on nudity, so deal with that info accordingly. More from the indoor portion will follow at some point. Hope everyone is safe and that most of this once-bustling city will remain intact. XOXO
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I am a lucky bastard. Not only do I get to travel to Italy and photograph stunning women like Claudia Veneza. Not only do I get to eat squid ink pasta, sip a glass of fine wine, and jerk off after to women's indoor volleyball highlights. I get to do something even more satisfying. I get to bring you muffins along for the ride. I hope you enjoy this shyte and I'll keep trying hard to make it better in order to express my gratitude. Turn off your phone and sweep well tonight. More Claudia to come.
WARNING! The man in the header photo of this update is a bonafide killer, as in buzz-killer. I assume he is the manager of this particular Publix supermarket, although we were not shown any official credentials. Guy walked right up to us and rudely asked us to leave the store. This injustice must not go unheard. Sasha was merely exercising her rights to free speech and sexual empowerment. Men like him want to silence the women's movement. Maybe he would like to see Sasha in a burka? Disgusting. Sponsored by Sprouts.
Hey gang. We have some positive news from the warfront. Since Russian forces have backed off Kiev, its remaining civilians are starting to slowly put their lives back together. I just received a message today from Max, the contributor who shot Bianca Bell, shown here before the invasion. Max asked if I was ready to contract him for more work from Ukraine. Yes, sir. The world is always eager to swoon over women like Bianca. I'm also offering 2 BTC to anyone who can produce me a video of Putin getting bukkake'd. Glad you are safe, Max.
Not a joke. These were taken many years ago, when Zishy was a concept still developing in my immature mind. Don't worry, I'm still immature, just have more resources. Creativity is always considered foolishness until it works. Stay hungry. Miranda is the girl bowling inside CVS. Taylor is the one with the Easter basket. Isabela is the viper wearing the ruffle socks with heels. Amber is the buxom latina photographed in the mirrored lobby.
Quick update here. Power is out right now in the small town that I am staying in. Running off the reserves in my laptop battery and cell phone. Ooh and I'm about to go photograph that gymnastics teacher in a few minutes. We will see how that goes. Also, I will add a bonus video to this update once I get some juice. Have a good one. Entry2 I am back on the grid and the shoot was went splendidly. If you guys love her, half as much as your narrator, she will be a hit. G'night, amigos.
If I disappear, it might be because of the photos I took of Sylvia Belotti. Either her or her family has hired an Italian lawyer to come at me with serious legal threats. I have two things to say. One, I know Sylvia is cool as hell, or at least she was when I met her, so it must be someone else giving her shit for agreeing to this sort of modeling. Fuck them. If anyone devalues Sylvia for being a wild person with wild appetites, then it is their loss. They lose out on Sylvia. Two, I am not easily frightened. In fact, I am quite dumb. I live in Texas and go to massive public gatherings on summer holidays. That takes guts in 2022. Part two evench.
I shot these with Lily Rader last year. We snapped a few in front of a campaign headquarters for Bernie Sanders. It seems like someone forgot to inform him that the system was rigged. Hopefully, all this turmoil will only result in the country waking its ass up from under an incompetent political regime. I fail to see how drastically different a two-party system is from that with only one. Just because we can choose between Pepsi and Coke, doesn't make us free men. After the streets of Hollywood, Lily and I journeyed down to Santa Monica College, where Lily's outfit and actions did not go completely unnoticed.