In Loving Memory of Ari Fontrodona – Called to meet the Father (or Mother), and our own parents, on August 13th – 2016.
May she be in Grace and perfect happiness, as she always intended —and often accomplished— in her earthly life, in spite of everything.
When she named this blog SOMETHING BEYOND, she really knew what she meant! … Perhaps she was already contemplating it through the window and curtains that distant day, twelve years ago.
[Photos taken in her own apartment in Barcelona in March-2005 – I will show the complete pictures shot that day in another post, since they are rather good and even captivating by the model’s merit :)]
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I’m Li; an outsider and a loser, a wayfarer lost into the blizzard, but still up and walking, seeking the right path to the right place. My past is my compass; my dead ones are my guides; my waste love, my highest hope.
No lights ahead except those that just faded out.
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Despite the appearance in some of the photographs, I’m not a woman entirely (not a man entirely, either). I look very much a woman at times and passably a man at other times -in spite of having some small (cute) breasts and no shadow of hair on my face now-, but my essence is androgynous. Usually I feel most comfortable staying in the middle, and switching between genders according to how I feel in a particular while and occasion.
About affinities, I like everybody and I may love any person, whatever their gender and sexuality are.
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Just as radiant even from behind……Thank you for sharing this, bro!!!!
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Thanks in her name too, John 🙂 ❤ She liked (loved!) a lot to be photographed… hence the big bunch of pics I have (fortunately!!) of her.
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The camera definitely was in love with her!!!
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That’s true. But also the other way round: she became prettier before a camera. Always (if she was at her ease with the photographer, of course). She enjoyed much to pose, because of having been despised for so long for being a kind of freak, etc. I also knew this feeling when for a time I followed the line of David Bowie and other queer artists… I mean, when you are comfortable and sense that you’re liked, then some beauty comes out from inside, from the soul. And this is the beauty that others appreciate most: the real beauty. It shows in the eyes and the smile and all over your skin.
Being liked makes you pretty; being admired, makes you admirable… That’s the secret 🙂
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I also look forward to seeing the others…….very exquisite!!!!!
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They are good… Just a bit spicy (is that the right word in English?), since she wore either scanty clothes -some panties and socks- or none at all. I’ll crop the pics conveniently, anyway 🙂
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Yes, spicy would be a good word…..=) That would be fine!!!
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🙂 OK
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