Art Nude Model or Nude Model Artist

I will have to post pictures separately, I'm in bad cell service st the moment, but enjoy this story..

  You guys, I've been attacked by poison oak! Neck to crotch... and yes, all over exactly where you're thinking.. So I haven't been able to move much, but I have had lots and lots of time to write. Enjoy this ethereal medieval "painting" by the one and only @bokehandloom while I recover another day. I got some medication and it is feeling sooo much better already! 

  So recently I put up an ad for art nudes model, which I thought that part of my life was over, but, I found myself in a position where I wasn't making enough to keep the horses, or myself fed and happy. The move has been difficult and every dollar made from my business is already owed between the horses and my bare minimum bills. I couldn't afford new inventory, and in a desperate measure, tried selling what I had left at a loss. Still it was not enough..

  Every response to the ad has been men asking if they can touch me, if i will have sex with them, if I will touch them, if i will watch them masturbate, if they can watch me masturbate, if I will pee on them, and so on.. Then, one response says, "Hey, I had the pleasure of working with you a few years ago. You drew me naked with an erection. I loved your art, and would love to work with you again!" And it went on about our previous time, which I swear to you, I do not remember at all, not one little bit. And then, I remembered while moving earlier this year, finding three colored pencil drawings of an elderly man with an erection and I was like wtf is this, why would I do this? @diandragodiva do you remember any details? Im sure I would have told you! I kind of remember the idea of the whole thing. Was I drunk or high, or plain disturbed enough to self lobotomize the memory of it? 

  And then, just in this now arvind writing this, oh my God. I remember. Hahaha ohhhh yeah well that was indeed strange, ok. Here it is; so I drive to his house in "normal clothing" as requested, parked at his apartment complex, and meandered through the maze of concrete boxes that looked more like a shady two story motel. It was a hot and humid night and the residents were out smoking and diving and chatting in the hallways between apartments. After many wrong turns I finally find his second story apartment. The memory is faint, but I recall him introducing me to his apartment.. There was no space on the walls left bare, completely covered in TV show posters and ads. Most of the floorspace was stacked high with TV guide magazines. His ancient couch sunk at the center where his heavy body had left its round shape. He was wearing a fuzzy robe tied tightly beneath his globe belly. At least he would be interesting to draw. I remember his penis now. This is why I forgot this, but it's too late now, I remember fully, yup. So he goes on about his love for this and that 60s and 70s TV shows, I think he had cats too.. Then he hands me a giant sketchbook, and seats me at a chair with a large wooden easel in front. I set up the sketch pad and he presents me with a new box of sharp colored pencils. I sit in suspense and he walks eagerly about the room pushing sofas and chairs and takes to the edges of the magazine stacks to prepare a 6ft square open space file himself to pose in. I briefly consider the scenario where I have to fight him if he attempts to take advantage. I will stab him in the gullet with a colored pencil if it comes to it. He puts on some music, turns his back to me, disrobes, exposing his bright pink and white plush body and begins furiously masturbating. Slowly he turns, as if on a rotisserie, his head back in focused search for ecstacy. His penis is modest but bright red and it's clearly very excited. Im supposed to stare. That's my job here. To stare in what he imagines is adoration or impressed intrigue, perhaps, he dearly hopes, even desire. I feel sad when I realize I'm perpetuating yet another situation where men have to pay their hard earned money just to have someone pretend to want them. I do my very best to draw him both accurately and.. in a more flattering revision. I use all the colors to make obvious that this is an abstract rendition of his thing. I'm afraid of accuracy being a point of offense in this particular situation. I drew many close ups of his angry red penis, and his whole body as he continues to touch himself and look to his ceiling in fleeting pleasure and reserved anguish. The gig is supposed to last an hour, but there is no visible clock and I feel it would be rude to check my phone. He is clearly starved for company and attention, and I end up staying, talking politely and drawing his many chair poses and unique facial expressions. For 3 hours he does not lose his erection, and his penis becomes brighter red. I don't remember him finishing and im going to let that sleeping memory lie. 

  So, if anyone would like to hire a nude ART model, not a nude model artist, or a prostitute, feel free to contact me and set up a date. I'd tore far away, you could sponsor your dream photoshoot through @bokehandloom my favourite photographer, and If you're feeling particularly kind you can always donate at www.heartofgoldsanctuary.org or at the least, please stay a subscriber through the billing periods at the end of the month so I can continue to write and create and support my horse sanctuary. By the way, both Dawn and Cooper have made full recoveries and are available for adoption! Come meet them!