I met Bea Wolf online. She had never posed nude before and had some reservations, which does not surprise me since she is part Native American. Cheap laughs. It didn’t take long before she let her guard down and embraced the experience. We took these at her place. She was worried that her studio apartment was not photogenic enough.
Worry, worry, worry. So unnecessary. Some say that I am too relaxed. That I live like a bum. One day, I might have the wisdom to comprehend the insult in this criticism. Bea’s life is a beautiful mess. That is not an insult, because her smile is still bright as the dickens. Lou Reed’s “Satellite of Love” is the song in the bonus video.