My apologies for lack of updates on all my sites/blogs- but I'm in the process of moving. Expect normal updates to occur as of Monday night.

However...if you want to see a whole lot of me wearing a whole lot of nothing, do yourself a favor and join the site ishotmyself.com- my name there is Kandice.

May 1st is "Blogging Against Disablism Day." Expect a post about not feminism, but disablism.


Photography by Al. Taken in April, 2006.

As this blog grows more and more political, I thought it was about time to bring this up. I've found that this quote from Newsweek sums it up, for those of you who haven't been paying attention to its development.

From the beginning, the case has provided a tawdry real-world blend of true crime, high life and low manners, for the likes of novelists John Grisham and Tom Wolfe. Raunchy rich kids. Town-gown conflict. Raw racial politics. A bedeviling forensic puzzle. But the denouement may be tragic for everyone involved, and the only sure outcome is the iron law of unintended consequences. The story has freakish turns, but it is also the product of a widespread college-age culture that proud parents do not wish to examine too closely: future Masters of the Universe who sometimes behave like thugs.

My thoughts? It doesn't matter what happened. Those boys will never go to jail, regardless of what they did that night.

Why so cynical, you ask? I grew up in the kind of community that produces boys like that. Several of the team members are from my hometown. And, how do I know how those boys get treated when they do bad things?

Because when I was a senior in high school, a boy who I had gone to school with the year before(he transferred the following year to a different school) lured a prostitute to his home and raped her with a baseball bat. You can read a small news article about it here.

Despite having plead guilty, he was sent to reform school. Not jail. Reform school. A couple of years later, one of my friends walked into her class at community college and saw him sitting there. He's not on the sex offender registry- even though he was tried as an adult.

So, why did he get off with barely a slap on the wrist? He was a rich white boy with an expensive lawyer who had raped a prostitute. If a poor black boy raped white Susie Sunshine, the girl next door, in the same manner, he'd be in jail for at least fifteen years.

So, it doesn't matter what these boys did- and I'm inclined to believe that they did do something horrible- justice won't be served. I'm sorry to bring something like this up in a light-hearted, naked pictures blog- but it's the truth.


Photography by Al. Taken in March, 2006.

Did I do that?

My boyfriend works in a bookstore, and, as a consequence, I see a lot of books. I happened upon The Politically Incorrect Guide to Women, Sex and Feminism. Sounds interesting, right? Everything was cool until I read a little further down on the jacket.

Every once in a while I run into people blaming “those feminists” for ruining something or other. Womanhood, mothers, boys, society, whatever. Every time I hear or see an accusation towards feminists, I can’t help but think, me? I did that?

So, I haven’t had time to crack open The Politically Incorrect Guide to Women, Sex and Feminism. It’s right up there on my reading list with It Takes a Family by the delightful Rick Santorum, but for now I’ll just have to answer the accusations made towards me and my clan on the front of the book.



You know what the feminists say, but here’s what they don’t want you to know:

-Careers can be baby-deniers: Women can’t postpone childbearing without serious consequences. Well, yes. If you want to have biological children, you should take into account that conceiving when older can be difficult. I don’t think there’s any cover-up there. However, if you’re not ready for a child, you shouldn’t have one because it might not be biologically possible in the future. If you’re not ready, you’re not ready.

-How feminists lost the sexual revolution (by agreeing that women should be disposable sex objects). Of course we lost the sexual revolution. Birth control can be very difficult to get, and an abortion is even harder. As to being disposable sex objects…I never agreed to that. I’ve never heard of any feminist agreeing to that. What feminists have you been talking to you? I think they were playing a joke.

-Why the happiest women spend more time with their families and less time at work (because you can’t outsource parenting). You’re probably right there. I’m betting a lot of women with children enjoy life more when they spend time with their families. I’m also betting that true for a lot of men, too. Equally true, in fact.

-Most women want a husband and a strong family, but “independent” feminists pine for a sugar daddy in Uncle Sam. I do? Sure, a lot of women want to get married and have offspring- I’m one of them, in fact (don’t let my secret get out- I’ll lose my membership to the UBER UPPITY FEMINIST club). I don’t see why I can’t want that and be an independent feminist. And the sugar daddy in Uncle Sam part- again, I think those feminists were playing a joke on you. Unless it involves free Candy. Everyone loves Candy.

Anyway. Naked picture.



I'm pretty sure this is my butt.
Photography by Bill; March 2006.

I found this poster via a link on the wonderful blog Feministing.com. It's from a website called Teen-Aid, which promotes abstinence-only education. Which, by the way, doesn't work and misleads teens, not to mention that it's setting back victories in reduced HIV infection rates in Africa.

Anyway, back to this poster. The only logical conclusion I can draw from it is that if I have too much sex, two ducks with ties will follow me everywhere.


QuacksexisbadQuack.



Photography by Domenic. January, 2006.

So, you've probably heard by now that an artist has created a sculpture of pop singer Britney Spears giving birth. It's called "Monument to Pro-Life: The Birth of Sean Preston." Personally, I think the whole thing is a big joke- it's satire, and the artist is laughing his ass off as those of us who are taking it seriously.

Anyway, like most of you, I saw this picture:



I couldn't help but wonder- what does the back look like? Specifically, I was wondering how the artist interpreted Britney Spears' vagina during birth. Does she have public hair? What do her labia look like? Well, enough google research and you can find just about anything online.



Now, I've never seen anyone give birth before, but that is not what a vagina looks like. Where's the...vagina part of it? I see a head, but, come on, there's got to be something else down there. Either that, or I'm the horribly deformed one.

Signing off, Candy.


Photograph by Gary. November 2005.

So, I was fired. From a job I worked a week and a half at. That's pretty damn depressing. I bought a book called "Make a Real Living as a Freelance Writer." Because that's such a reliable job. Freelance writing.

I'm sorry I didn't write anything clever or activist here, but I'd like to direct you to the right, where I've added some great blogs. Read those, because they're awesome.


Photography by Al. Taken in March, 2006.

Psst...remember this post about locked-up condoms? Well, now you can do something about it. Just go here to free the condoms!


Image stolen from the internet and altered by Candy. Feel free to spread to the corners of the universe.


Photography by Domenic. January, 2006.

Dear President and First Lady:

I know you were worried about "catching the gay," but grow up and make an appearance for both Easter egg rolls, not just the morning one.

Yours(or not),

Candy.

See what I'm talking about here.

A quote:

"Some of the gay and lesbian parents and their children were disappointed that they didn't get to see the president and first lady, who were there when the bell was rung to signal the beginning of the egg roll. Even though the group had gotten in line for the first-come, first-served tickets the night before they were distributed, they were too late to get tickets for an early time slot -- the line had started forming 12 hours earlier."

Now, on to the regularly scheduled nudity. Today's picture: "peekaboob."


Photography by Al. Taken in April, 2006.

I thought I'd post the See Candy Bleed artist's statement in it's entirety. This is published in the upcoming NY Arts Magazine May/June 2006 issue. I invite all to comment on its pretentiousness. Yes, I did write this myself. No, I didn't expect for them to publish the whole thing.

"SeeCandyBleed.com is an online solo erotic art project that deals with the wonderfully taboo subject of menstruation. I, the artist, go by the name Candy. Some of the images I create are clearly pornography- some are clearly art, and a good deal blur the line between the two. I consider this project to be fairly crude in terms of photography technique- photography is not my specialty, and I don’t claim to be a photographer. I don’t believe that the images on my website are, in and of themselves, anything extraordinary.

We are all sexual beings, even when on our periods. With this project, I intend to try and break down the barriers between what is sexual and what is natural- menstruation. This is fairly uncharted territory- many have tried to redefine sexuality, and some have tried to redefine menstruation- but rarely are these two goals combined. My belief is that if enough people experience SeeCandyBleed.com, some will come away with a new appreciation for women’s bodies- or, at the very least, stop fearing them. Even some menstruating women express apprehension of the thought of having sex while on their period- not to mention the thought of sexualizing it. I have chosen to use material that can be considered either art of pornography: due to the stigma attached to menstrual blood, I would be restricted in my efforts if I required myself to only create “tasteful” art.

I have photographed myself with menstrual blood on my body as well as digitally altered other photographs of myself. I am nude in the majority of these images. The site is centered around these visuals, but they themselves are not the art project.

I consider the true medium of my art project to be the site itself. SeeCandyBleed.com contains a weblog, forum, and extensive section of links. The first page invites people into “the erotic art project” of one girl, while warning them of “extremely graphic” images and text. The web surfer is intrigued- and the artist is absolved of all blame when the surfer decides to enter SeeCandyBleed.com, regardless of the effect the text and images might have on the viewer. SeeCandyBleed.com is not only a digital camera, menstrual blood, and a nude woman- it’s a virtual installation piece. The internet is too vast and too much a part of our day-to-day lives to not take advantage of it as a medium for art.

I have drawn inspiration for SeeCandyBleed.com from a variety of sources. Ana Mendieta is my direct source of influence from the art world. I have a series of images I created as a tribute to her on my site. I also have drawn inspiration from a variety of pornographic websites, notably www.eroticred.com and www.bloodytrixie.com. Visiting them for the first time, the idea of combining both menstruation and erotica occurred to me- I found the idea irresistible. Both of the mentioned websites are created and run by women- something that also inspired me. The world of pornography is dominated by men. These women were businesswomen, pornographers, and loved one of the most taboo things about their bodies. It was an awakening for me. SeeCandyBleed.com was created.

I built SeeCandyBleed.com without aid from anyone else. All photographs are taken by me unless specifically noted. All digital editing and art is done by me. I do all site maintenance and updates. No other person has access to SeeCandyBleed.com- this is truly a one-woman art project.

SeeCandyBleed.com has been mentioned positively on the websites www.janesguide.com and www.fleshbot.com, among others, but only in a pornographic context. It is up to the viewer to decide: is this porn, or is this art? It’s a question that has been brought up repeatedly in the art world, and I see no need to debate it- SeeCandyBleed.com embraces it."

So, I stole a book yesterday. I'm not the kind of person who usually steals things- but I was willing to make an exception in this case. Any guess as to what the book was?



I don't think anyone can really blame me for that. It's not really stealing, it's an homage to Abbie Hoffman.

At any rate, I've always planned to start a "change the world library" of revolutionary books- you know, stuff like the Communist Manifesto, the Anarchist Cookbook, Guerrilla Warfare, the Feminine Mystique, the Bell Jar, 1984, The Handmaid's Tale, Walden, you get the idea.

No, I'm not planning on starting an anarcho-feminist revolution by blowing things up for the sake of womankind(well, on second thought...). I'm trying to read up and absorb information and people and thoughts that have inspired people to not accept the way they were living- to push for change. And, in my opinion, change is most definitely something that's needed in this nation, and in this world, at the moment.

Here's a naked picture of me.


Photography by Domenic. January, 2006.

It was really refreshing to find this article in the Washington Post health section today. It's an article about something that I've encountered on a personal level- the fact that many of the DC CVS stores lock up their condoms, making you press on a buzzer and then point out to a stranger which item you are planning to put on either your own or your partner's penis.

And it's not only condoms, too. You've never lived until you let an old man know that you need not only a home pregnancy test, but a yeast infection treatment, too.

If I'm suffering from an itchy cunt, the last thing I need is to tell a CVS employee about it. What the hell is this, an anti-vagina policy?

So, I salute you, Washington Post, for letting people know about this. Seriously, CVS, get with it and let us buy the damn condoms with as little ado as possible.


Photography by Al. Taken in March, 2006.

According to one of my friends, the only reason people read my blog is because I post naked pictures of myself on it.

No kidding.

Happy Weekend!


Photography by Al. Taken in March, 2006.

I wish I could update more, but articulately ranting about feminism is more energy and time consuming than it would seem. So, what's going on in my personal life?

I've been shooting a lot outdoors with Al, who is a lot of fun to work with, and has promised to pay my bail money if I ever get arrested for indecent exposure due to this project. There's no good way to call your parents to tell them you're locked up for pubic, excuse me, public nudity.

I also found a real, full time job. I'm being scheduled in and introduced to everything today. I'm still telling people that I "take my clothes off for money" when they ask me what I do, though. That's never going to lose it's appeal.

I'll be moving at the end of April, so I'm pretty psyched up about that. Changes seem to appeal to me at this time in my life. I'll be farther away from my family and Ricky, but not by much.

I started this entry with the intent of complaining to the cyberworld, but either I'm in some serious denial, or things aren't so bad. My fingers are crossed for the latter.

Photography by Domenic. January, 2006.