I realize I'll lose all chance on getting a man for the winter..

but I swear, I want kids. I used to despise the little critters until I hit 18 and got bitchslapped by my ovaries, real hard. Now I find myself deciding on names and numbers, and buying/finding/saving clothes for 'em later. I currently have 2 leather biker jackets and a proper furcoat with matching furhat, flamin' Chucks and other assorted crap.

Okay, so I don't want them right away but I am quite sure I want 'em, period. And not too late either. Preferably twins, a boy and a girl, they'll go by the names of Dante and Dalí. And a boy named Jack. Because that's what all good things are called. And some second and third names thrown in there, because I can't well make thousands of kids to carry the names I've conjured up. I think.

At any rate, until I'm kid-off myself I'll have to make do with other people's kids and nephews and nieces. Them being stupidifying awesome helps, a lot.


This is Yonne. I gave Yonne my old Wendy-dress. My mom gave me that Wendy-dress, entirely unaware I'd much rather have a Capt'n Hook outfit. Yonne does like Wendy, and told me I didn't need to dress up to look like Capt'n Hook anymore.



This is Elektra. Elektra was born last Christmas, daughter of my blackhaired Indonesian-looking uncle and my newly acquired 1.90m aunt. She brought Yonne and Quinten in the family. So far, Elektra promises to be disastrous. She laughs at you when you do stupid things, which causes people going 'Oochiecoochiewoo' at her continuously thinking they're laughing with her. I refuse to burst their bubble 'cause quite frankly, it amuses me to see them big ones being made fun of by a barely one year old. Elektra uttered her first word yesterday. It was 'Papa'. 'Papa' looked at us with a gleeful smile before he turned back to Elektra and asked her 'What'd you say?'. This, Elektra answered with a heartfelt fart-sound coming from her lips after which she cracked up and pointed at 'Papa', all the while laughing.







These are Yonne and Quinten, six and four years old. Yonne's far too smart for her own good and Quint's pretty much made of hugs and awesome. Quintessence has bluebrowngreen eyes. There's no other way to describe them. Together they're plain terror, but the kind of terror you can't help but love. I gave them these coats, thinking they'd be perfect for them. They are. It almost hurts to see.








Yonne spotted my camera and demanded I model for her. No, she does not ask. She demands, and she gets away with it. How could I possibly fault her for something I do myself and enjoy so much to see? These pics above are her doing. When Quint and I were goofing off and paying less attention to her 'photography', she told me to 'Quit fooling around and work it already.' She's six.


I present you my new apprentice.
The force is strong in this one.