It was cool being in Hustler because I’ve read that magazine since I was 14. I started with a subscription to Playboy because I liked girls and I thought the magazine was classy enough that I could ask my dad to buy it for me. I didn’t want my mom to know I liked girls. Eventually I moved on to Hustler. I’ve applied to be in their magazine twice. I’m glad I made it in at any capacity. They called me stunning and a brainy beauty, so I’m happy. Of course I’d love to be parting the curtains next to text talking about what a cock hungry bitch I am…perhaps one day, if I have some success as a performer I’ll get a full spread. Then it will be like achieving a lifelong thesis.
I just took off my corset when this picture was taken…I was imagining that I was Monica Bellucci and that it was Lord Byron taking my picture…and that he found me endlessly fascinating.
People don’t realize it so much, but modeling, especially in an erotic context involves a lot of acting, because you are expected to inhabit moods rather than to be a clothing rack. It’s a different kind of work. It takes a different kind of effort.
Here is an image from a shoot I did last night. It was an eight hour day and we rocked through a million different looks and lighting set ups, but I had a really good time. I got to wear a lot of corsets and stilettos, which always makes me feel like a special treasure.
The photographer Angelo was really fun and personable and was good at coaxing some vulnerability out of me, which I don’t normally do.
So I think this is as close to ingenue as I get:
I'm concepting a video series right now where a hot lesbian dom trains my ass over several vignettes that culminate in some really filthy anal sex with my favorite performers. I'd like to use this image as the box cover, and call it "Ingenue."
Getting a tight body is pretty easy if you hate noms and love to be run through the paces by a man named Damian that has no qualms about making you throw up during training sessions. I do love to jog in the morning though. I’m about to leave NYC for a few months to hang out in Florida and visit family in California and make some pornography with Nica Noelle.
So I snapped some pictures along my jog this morning as the sun was rising. Feeling I was going to be away for a while. I’m going to miss the Great White sharks in the bay. Yes, they’re in there. I read all about it. I like to imagine them gliding through the cold water beneath me as I run along the pier at Battery Park amidst all the morning fisherman and masturbating homeless guys lining the park benches.
Driven by Boredom sticker on crossing signal
Some times it feels like there are two cities. The shit one we all live in, and the beautiful Baroque one on top.
The Eternal Flame. I've gone jogging in blizzards and seen this thing warmly flickering through snow banks.
Statue of goddess reclining on Lion in front of Museum of the Native American. This always reminds me of Nica.
The Statue of Liberty in the blue hours.
Naval Memorial. That's a 20 foot eagle getting ready to pounce on your shit.
I shot with Creative Rehab today. Almost a year ago I was his first nude shoot. It was nice to sit back and relax with someone and talk about what had changed over the past year. It was cool because he knew who Melissa Lauren is, which meant I could talk about how beautiful Melissa Lauren is.
Here are some iphone snaps of some of the Polaroids that he took.
It’s no secret I’m getting ready to start filming. Like most things in life, I tend to do something 110% (that’s 10% more than what is possible!) or skip them. So I’m playing the role of adult performer and putting myself through an intense bout of personal training. If my body is going to be the medium of my message for a while, then I need it to be as stellar as my finely honed intellect (cause trust me, I ain’t smart, just disciplined).
I met my trainer today. He’s a really nice man, who looks like a black Adonis. He seems really sweet so I forewent the “I’m going to fuck on film and need to look good,” conversation in favor of “I got a part in an indie film and I’m going to be naked in several scenes, so I need to look good naked.”
He asks me too many questions about the part, because he is actually an actor himself.
He told me he was sure I already look good naked, but that we can try to address any areas I have concerns about. See what I mean? Very sweet. He says I’m really fit and in good shape, so that’s helpful. He’s confident that in ten weeks he can effect some sort of perceptible change for the better in my figure.
I told him, that if he tells me its possible I can commit to doing whatever he says I need to.
He’s not sure about yoga and veganism.
Let me let you in on a little secret, working out effectively is fucking hard. I’m exhausted and sore. He did help me stretch out in the end though, so that was nice.
He thinks its cute that I’m shy. He promises he won’t bite.
I took this picture outside the training studio while I waited for him this morning. It was early in the morning, because that’s how I roll bitchez.
I’m constantly snapping these pictures of decay. I’m fascinated by it.
Hustler did a write up of me in their July 2011 issue. Photos by J.M. Darling.
Yay!
Text reads:
“There’s no shortage of blogs in the world today, but Sovereign Syre’s account of life as an erudite erotic model is worth a long look. Expect the unexpected, as the lovely lady’s Web site features a bevy of stunning nude photos, harrowing tales of the business (such as being offered a bizarre gig involving fake roofies and a butt-sniffing), as well as her musings on novelist Vladimir Nabokov and Mayan death shrouds.
You can also learn what Sovereign likes to do on an ideal day: “Write, eat something chocolate, have at least one orgasm, talk about ideas with someone.” You’ll gain insight into the upside (“it’s kind of cool to pretend to be Bettie Page”) and downside of getting paid to disrobe (“40 degrees in the room where this was shot, and I was in agony, because I’m a pussycat and hate to be uncomfortable”).
I went out in serious girl drag last night to watch Madame Rosebud’s spectacle Shame and Ecstasy. You should all go next month if you’re in NYC. It was AMAZING. Marlo Marquise was literally on fire. Also, there was but secks with a shoe.
Here is me in a corset getting my Vampirella on.
I wear black on the outside, cuz black is how I feel on the inside.
