willa and I had chatted online at first. we were in brief talks about potentially filming a music video that never came to fruition. despite that falling through, we'd meet eventually. our networks were too intertwined to not find ourselves in front of each other at some point. that day came upon at the 3rd annual mud wrestling competition hosted by cobrasnake. I swear to god this shit keeps coming up, I never expected this mud wrestling show to be so prevalent in these recent entries.
willa actually organized it. honestly probably the worst way to meet someone for the first time. it's like trying to have a heart to heart with the host of a house party who has the slightest premonition that their air fryer is in danger. she got shit to do. mark just pulled up in the tesla with cases of yerba madre (I fucking hate that they rebranded the name from yerba mate btw, yerba madre makes me feel like I'm drinking literal mommy juice).
that event was a doozy.
the last time I had been at 99warehouse was when syd invited me to take photos of their performance of pouring melted candle wax on their body while they wrapped twine around themself tightly—they'd sneak me into vip where people were hooking up everywhere. we were smack dab in the middle of the room while everyone was going to town. I didn't have a wristband, I did not belong there but I was effectively stuck. I couldn't even avert my gaze since everywhere people were being unholy (I deadass had to stare at the ceiling). in the corner of the room was a guy who definitely paid too much money just sitting there by his lonesome. it was embarrassing. I felt more uncomfortable glancing at him then anyone in the room fucking.
thankfully this mud wrestling event was wholesome. never would I worry about strange men coming up to me. nor would I have to hear the guttural shrieks of a woman being fisted. the only concern was being potentially splashed by the instant mud in the kiddie pool. and also the bartender trying to make me beg for water in a kinky way but I ain't roll like that y'all. I'm not in on that humiliation kink shit lmao.
I don't remember the day we got together to shoot; we were both partying—separately—the night before (as one should be doing when they live in los angeles).
it was a sweet little time. I got to meet and cuddle with her potty-trained cats (seriously) and lie about how fast it would take me to edit these photos (it took me a month to catch up on my backlog).
anyway, I have work at 4am so that's it byeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
