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XoxaChahim called her folio B-town, and while we're not sure exactly where it is, if it's full of crazy hot queer mamas like XoxaChahim herself then we're all over that place like a professional domme on a Babeland catalogue. Seriously - B for Bitchin'? B for Brash? Are we invited yet?

If one can learn a lot about someone by going through their sock drawer, how much more can we take from a visit through their entire bedroom? Fey has graciously invited us to page through her best possessions, revealing the many facets of a personality glowing with artistic sensitivity.

Given the opportunity to create her own erotica, Liss isn't content to simply snap photos of her naked body. Instead, she devises an entirely unique collection of stimulating imagery, of Liss, for Liss - and if you enjoy it too, all the better. Liss leads a life enchanted, and it has nothing to do with luck or location.

There are some that consider domesticity the end of liberty. In response, BareFreeMe just gives a knowing little smile and proceeds to hang up her laundry, well aware that true freedom defies any external expectations. Let's keep it hush-hush for now - they'll find out for themselves soon enough.

Summer weather just begs for fruity frozen cocktails and flimsy cottons, and Daughter's more than happy to comply. Her smile is radiant enough to chase away our winter doldrums, but with that sunshine behind her she's raised the temperature 10degrees here at HQ already, and still climbing.

Besummni's chosen a perfect background to intensify the vibrancy of her rich coloring, her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes. Against that vivid green she comes to life with a rush of blood, the copper shimmer of her hair and her shining grin leaping out from these stills like fireworks.

There is infinite potential when two dynamic dames share an imagination. In an anonymous space, it doesn't take much to become anything they wish to be - first they're long, pale swans, now dangerous assassins. They can change with a blink - it's up to you to decide how to interpret them.

Vegas' artistry is integral to who she is - the colors and shapes that she's had indelibly inscribed on her skin trace a history of her aesthetics and values. Clothes on, her art is silent - so for Vegas, self-expression only truly starts with nudity.

Mynx likes Andy. We mean candy. Or wait... maybe its Andy after all? We're not sure who that is, and we're getting awfully confused with all these mixed messages - so we're just going to quit while we're ahead, and feast our eyes on Mynx as she feasts on... well, anything she wants.

Chelle's the kind of wild road-kitten who doesn't care much where she's going, as long as she's getting there fast. Peak oil may throw a wrench in her penchant for hopping from set to set of motorised wheels, but that's ok - Chelle's going to look even hotter on a bicycle than she does behind a windshield.

As soon as Eleanorabela gets past her mailbox this morning, the prudes in her neighborhood are in for a shock. That adage about how opposites attract probably intended a completely different meaning, but we're definitely attracted to Eleanorabela's idea of a grownup opposite day.

Lily_Red only eats the red candies from the pack, and won't stand against any wall unless it matches her outfit. It may sound silly, but this kind of style awareness is why you'll never catch Lily Red looking out-of-place - she's her own protagonist, and in Lily Red's film, every still is perfection.

Every photo shoot Mylene sends us reveals something new about her personality. The outfits and backgrounds may change, but the essentials stay the same - Mylene's grooming is always impeccable, her camera skills consistently remarkable, and her toes are always outrageously cute.

In Part One, Damiana showed us how she gives society's industrial metabolism a kick in the pants - or a slap on the face, depending on your politics. In addition to a heap of wedding dresses - always useful - she's found dinner in them there dumpsters, and having worked up an appetite with all that diving, she's ready to dig in - just as soon as she and her veggies have a good scrub down.

Ida may as well be as far away from us as her lunar namesake suggests, but if this Italian beauty would invite us for tea, we'd swim the whole way and cross the Sahara too. Until then, we're happy just to dig the images, and save the big trip for another time.