Ten Random Things Game

Well, I’ve dreading this for nearly two years, and it’s finally happened. One of my (non-photographic and thus anonymous) bloggie friends D. has tagged me for the ten random things game.

One of the daft little bloggie games that is going around the internet at the moment is where bloggers tag each other with memes. Now I don’t mean “tag” as in assigning categories to a photograph or in the MM sense, I mean “tag” as in the kiddie game of “Tag ! You’re it!”

Bloggers tag other bloggers to write ten random but very personal things about themselves in the form of a list. Although I've been writing a blog for quite a while, no one's ever done this to me - until now.

So here goes:

1. When I was about twenty, I had OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) pretty bad. To the extent that it seriously interfered with my daily life e.g. I used to spend hours lining up shoes, and had to turn the light on and off twenty two times before I could get into bed. I managed to eventually crush it without medication. My father had it. My middle son has it. Damn genetics.

2. The most erotic thing about a guy is his hands. Long tapered fingers really turn me on. Artists’ hands. Yummy….

3. Conventional good looks are completely irrelevant to me. (One of the reasons I’d make a terrible photographer.) I find a guy irresistible because he makes me laugh, because he is profound, because he is incredibly intelligent, and brilliant at whatever he does.

4. I am addicted to brussel sprouts. Unsexy, I know. Boy did that kill the mood.

5. Ten years ago I thought Anne Geddes was pretty good art. Well, there goes my artistic street cred. Yup …I can see it…..there it goes, toddling off down the street….bye, bye. (Melvin you have my permission to shoot me now, and I don’t mean photographically.)

6. I gave up being a criminal lawyer after devoting two weeks of my life to helping defend a crazed loon who wore a black cloak, thought he was Jesus, and was prosecuted for buggering a donkey. I mean, life’s too short, right?

7. I have a laundry fetish. Despite being a feminist for most of my life, a high-brow, power-hungry, fast-track career girl with two degrees who is a complete workaholic, I just lurve to wash and iron clothes. I sniff all the fabric softeners in the supermarket. No really, I do.

8. My most erogenous zone is the back of my neck.

9. If I hadn’t taken up nude modelling, I would have gone on to be a judge this year (I've had a long time to get used to dealing with loons)

10. I have a modelling alter-ego called Caroline (which is my middle name). Caroline wears a long blond wig, and does more….um….adventurous modelling, shall we say. I think I’ve only posted one of Caroline’s photos on here, ever. And that’s probably one too many.

Now, I'm supposed to inflict this on five other bloggers. Hmm, kinda difficult to choose because many of my online bloggie buddies wouldn’t want to play this, because they prefer to keep their private lives, well, private. So I’m going to hazard a guess as to five folks I really want to know more about, and hopefully won’t mind too much: Jimmy D (glamour photographer to the stars) and Dave Levingston (amazing dance, landscape nudes and some rather fetching nekkid kitchen photos.)

And as for the girls, I’m going with three great writer/models: Lela Rae, Orixx and Unbearable Lightness.

So folks …wanna play? Or “are ya chicken, McFly?"....

Jenvy and Diablo, horsing around last year.