Selina Kyl. This is my tumblr, duh.

Anonymous asked: have you ever thought about doing a streaking show or some kind of show where you get naked in public?

Public? As in at a Starbucks? Down the street? That’s illegal, and while my neighbors have prob seen me naked through a window or something I don’t think showing my neighbors my goods is the best idea.

Where would I get the wifi from? Would the idea be a tip countdown to me running down the street? What would you guys get out of that?

Your idea is confusing.

faceheadass asked: YES!! I featured you on my Model Mayhem slam-blog a long while back, and then re-blogged those pics on my personal site (FaceHeadAss) just a second ago. I found your pics while trolling for content on Model Mayhem. You seem really interesting and I think you're beautiful. I'm super excited to have found you on Tumblr. Awesomeness. Love, Bryan Swift

Hi! I’m glad you found me! Thank you for the compliments. I’m so embarrassed that you found that picture of me for your MM slam-blog!

The details behind that shoot are kinda funny, btw. It was in a burlesque school in West Side Chicago, and it was my first paid shoot of my first out of town model trip.

That photographer didn’t really “get” me or how to shoot me and my untraditional face, or, really, my rhythm. Most of the pictures he got of me are just before I hit the pose I was trying to hit.  

Plus he had weird vocal tics. When you’re shooting photogs will usually be like “Oh yeah, great. That’s good. Great.” but this dude (who was older) was, really, like, moany?

Moany is pry the best word for it.

Like lip licking, “Ohhhh great. Ahhhhhhh oh my goodnessss beaaautifulllll. Gorgeoussss gorrrrgeous gorrrrgeous laaaady. Ahhhhh yeahhhh. Gorgeoussss laaaady.”

It was creepy. It doesn’t make for a good modeling environment. 

He had rented the space from the owner and only paid her to use it for an hour, after he lost his studio space like the night before for some reason. She showed up and he made her wait outside for 10 minutes, while he went over his time. When we were done, he didn’t tell me, he just walked over and opened the door for her. So she walked in to find me naked, sprawled on a fake victorian couch (very reubenesque), very mortified and confused. Anyone on the street right then got a decent eyeful too. I ran to the dressing room but it was slippery so I more slid into the dressing room.

I put up some of the “best” pictures he took in my port, kinda just because I like to be polite and put pictures up that people took of me for a while, even if I don’t like them that much.

A little later, that photographer put an even less flattering picture from our shoot in his port, and messaged to let me know about all the good comments and list adds it was getting.

I figured it’d be a good idea to quit modeling and bury myself in a hole somewhere.

Anyway, I’m glad you decided that I’m sexy, ‘cause if I had come across that site/post without that additional stuff, especially if it was late at night, I pry would’ve cried a lot. 

Or not, I don’t know. I get to fuck Cadence St. John tomorrow! Thoughts like that keep me pretty happy.

p.s. i would’ve cried a bunch and had to get up early before i shoot with cadence to put hemorrhoid cream all over my face so that it tightens back to how its supposed to be which is okay except that it burnsss