Raven Rockette At Rock-A-Hoola

As my life recently has been a series of one horrible event after another I figured I needed to do some shit to break out of it. I started a new personal project yesterday, I am eating a bit better, I booked a tattoo appointment I have been avoiding and I am actually going to the doctors to get a check up for the first time in 15 years. On top of that I decided I should just go ahead and publish one of my favorite photo shoots of all time.

I don’t know why I have been holding on to this for so long but this shoot I did with Raven Rockette at the abandoned Rock-A-Hoola Water Park is pretty fucking amazing. The funny thing is I already posted a shoot I did with Raven that was taken AFTER this one. I guess I was just holding it for a special occasion and this is it.

A few years ago I saw this skate video that was shot at this amazing abandoned waterpark and I knew I needed to shoot there. I looked the place up and I saw that it was right on the drive from LA to Vegas. I had passed it dozens of times and didn’t notice somehow. It also is right by Route 66 where I spent 17 days working on my first book, but yet somehow I had never heard of it before this skate video.

I was in LA for my brother’s 30th birthday and I ended up getting a gig working for Sailor Jerry at the Viva Las Vegas car show and so I hit up Raven Rockette because I knew she lived in Vegas. I pitched her on the Rock-A-Hoola idea and she was really into it so the day after Viva Las Vegas we drove half way back to LA until we came to this amazing artifact of urban decay.

It was a bit sketchy once we pulled up and realized there wasn’t any hiding the car. It was either just park it along the road or drive back in there and try to hide it behind a building or something. You could still see the car from the highway and there would be no escaping if a cop pulled up. Even once you were inside in most places it would be easy to see the naked girl and photographer walking around the abandoned water park.

We were also pretty nervous that we would run into other people but we never did. We explored for nearly an hour and I took photos of her in the empty lazy river ride, up top where the highest waterslides used to be and even climbing on to buildings that have been closed since 2004.

The whole thing was an amazing experience with an amazing model and I think Raven and I killed it. I am usually pretty underwhelmed with my work but this is one of my favorite shoots of all time. And I really hope you guys dig it as much as I did.

As per usual I held back a few of the slightly more explicit shots for Girls of Driven By Boredom. You should sign up because it’s cheap, you get photos before everyone else and there’s a lot of exclusive content and higher resolution images. Plus, as my life implodes it would be nice to have some money to pay for a fucking lawyer. Huzzah!

Anyway, go look at these photos of Raven Rockette at the abandoned Rock-A-Hoola water park because they are fucking awesome.


Raven Rockette @ Abandoned Rock-A-Hula Water Park

Raven Rockette @ Abandoned Rock-A-Hula Water Park

Raven Rockette @ Abandoned Rock-A-Hula Water Park

Raven Rockette @ Abandoned Rock-A-Hula Water Park

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  1. August 9th, 2016 | 6:09 am

    I love you; donate to parc/peoples action for rights & community, a drop-in center in Eureka, CA run by a friend & her comrades, Verbena Lea aka Kim Starr , ,

  2. August 9th, 2016 | 6:41 am

    I’m facebook robert clarence jastad too; and hey, why can’t I ‘like’ you there? am i lost or has something changed between us; cause I still do like you lots, don’t you like me anymore? what happened to that ‘like’ raven rockette page?

    & long live Genya Ravan; she’s so hot & you’ve a twat; she loves women who play guitar you doubtless probably already knew, wow am I dumb & in love.

    Speaking of horny; check out my late friend ‘world famous underground jazz legend’ Bert Wilson’s stuff…

    How do I improve my imagination by the way, at giving you what you & your gorgeous twat like best? I’m told I ‘like nookie’ and am rabid about someone’s ‘groceries’ and imagine ‘twat’ may turn you off, and me too probably-so for instance, what’s a pussy? I’ve been told I’m ‘incredibly naive’ shit/fuck…i just thought of my worst nightmare ever; a friend sent me a couple joints of maui wowie she’d been there doing a crop of for someone; if only I’d of thought to save those for her when she’d gotten home, I might’ve scored big time with the woman i’d been renting a bedroom from in her bedroom & a half little cinder block palace with her nine year-old son John kitty-corner from Alan Hooker’s Ranch House restaurant in Ojai, CA She’d a clothing optional household, and didn’t mind at all talking about her breasts I’d considered she’d been duped about thinking those too large Marjorie ‘Breezy’ Calabrese everyone wanted part of, so many male friends wowie

    she’d the knack of giving me an erection while I’d not been paying attention, only to find a friendly little man in my lap saying ‘hey bro, what ya gonna do with the lady my friend?’ once when we first met & she’d taken a seat next me on the county bus from Ventura to Ojai with a big foot locker up under my feet she’d had hers on too…just chatting away like long familiars I’d never seen before…working by day as buyer and assistant manager at Fantasia an all natural fabric clothing store in Ventura whose Danish manager wanted to divorce his wife & marry her…

    Then a second time we’d been sitting nude together on a box like two section good for moving easily plywood & zippered cushion couch in front of a fire in front of the fireplace, and she’d laid her bosom on my shoulder beside me…just each of us drifting away looking at the flames and coals a lot like seeing the future instead of watching television; and darn if the little fella weren’t up to the break of dawn, just ‘hey you dope, she loves you a lot’ and knowing I’m oblivious doesn’t try to make any great big deal about things…

    I must’ve created gallons of cum in my bedroom thinking of my friend renting me the room in her little place; until one day getting wildly enthused, this creature so divine audibly always taking a bath a few feet away, splashing away at something like she’d been having lots of fun doin’ nothing-until I’d had such a hard-on I couldn’t resist and walked into the bathroom with a full mirror on the back of the inside of the door; and she’d nearly screamed ‘get out of here!’ whose look of deep chagrin & loss in the mirror totally defeated & saddened me; while I’d gotten a fine Breezy evaluated ‘humongous’ a couple days later…I was working across the street as a custodian in a large public elementary school, with biker band electric bass guitarist Curtis Lowe in a job I’d been encouraged to take by Richard Aldorasi the fourteen year old traps player with The Ink Spots in his youth, then playing tablas with Seabury Gould playing flute…rats, I dreamt sometime later I fathered three daughters with Breezy, and saw a pair of those when she’d been living out of a car in Ojai with one an infant & the other a little spider of two & a half; both born in tidal pools on Maui. What do you think? Had I saved the two joints, would I of scored with my friend?

    I always think Faith Stankevich who plays traps with the ‘almost all female’ band Dream On which does Aerosmith and other rock music from the ’80s is one of Breezy’s daughters with me; who at a The Tiptons workshop & performance had slimmed down & looked exactly like her mother…I worship Ziggy Marley’s Conscious Party album…hey, maybe someday; I’m only sixty five. Drat! I’ll be sober tomorrow, you’ll still be crazy, baby!!!

  3. August 9th, 2016 | 7:22 am

    Bert Wilson can be found on the Sonny Simmons website; one of the world’s great woodwind jazz musicians; and a 25th century prophet. See you there!!! Hey, I’m back at stacking your porno movies in my computer’s viewer; between snips of stills of another friend, too a real life friend Sarah “fred” Sherburn-Zimmer; a gay friend a professional community & labor organizer also a trained puppeteer in San Francisco.

    One photo of her is priceless the 2010 May Day parade in frisco sporting a cool Vincent Gallo The Brown Bunny style belt appropriate for our relationship, along with a deep vee electric blue top who by the way is flat as a ten year old boy…she’s awesome as Betty Boop…and on May Day also has a dark blue scarf…you’d have to paw through the Pride@Work/HAVOQ-horizontal alliance of very organized queers…your pussy looks like plenty of room for soprano saxophonist Tyler Wilcox & myself, & perhaps one more fella too…those affairs on the internet are always gross for me to look at, though seem pretty wild in a person’s imagination, too. All I have to do is shake about a hundred pounds…and am counting on doing so; come hell or high water, this lousy crap can’t go on!!!

    Anyway, such is ranting when I’ve work to do; first stop ‘Vagabond Red’ which is half Shiraz half water, with cayenne, toasted ginger powder, tabasco sauce, oyster water, garlic, organic apple cider vinegar with the mother, onions…I think that’s it? sort of pulverize the garlic & onions to slurpable mush…I use a well cleaned up five pound sledge hammer on the kitchen counter…phew you’ll like the beverage lots!!!

    This thing I sleep & fantasize on’s a pip; the top of a folding massage table atop half a dozen of those type of dairy crates people often steal, though from sixteen I’d grabbed for anyone to take at the Eureka, CA food bank in their parking lot. I always imagine Fred with her butt in my face while my head is propped up with her ankles under my head & neck as she’s taking my hungry penis on a popsicle ride wherever that may go; groceries, groceries, groceries like a rhumba line, she drives me crazy a lot…wish this thing could do some sort of a link since she’s in Utube lately, as of the first of the year the new executive director of the San Francisco Housing Committee with enormous hair telling what looks like the San Fran city council or some sort of big called old place; all about how poor people are getting victimized & screwed by landlords; trying to buy people off, then trumping up asinine excuses to evict them once their properties are valuable to ‘the Manhattanization of the city’ who’d always previously tolerated the parakeet, shoes in the hall or other human proclivities until needing excuses to get rid of people

    Fred was my IHSS/In Home Supportive Services care-giver three hours once a week all the fall of 04; like in black punk garb showing an inch or two of flesh with lavender rimmed panty tops above black jeans in high heel long up her calves Docs…working at my natural gas stove with me behind her doing other kitchen chores…we are the funkiest people you’ll ever want to know, like three year olds together all the time…she’d been mostly in worn Wellington boots, snug worn blue jeans & a sweater sort of between lime & olive somewhere; riding a forty year old green Mixte’ frame Peugeot rented for $20 every six months from the Arcata Bicycle Library, imagining someday being able to afford a Honda Rebel whose black leather motorcycle jacket’s awesome & nice…wish I’d of saved the old horsehide one someone gave me, which only needed the trashed arms replaced…a few months later Fred won a brand new red, four door ’05 Chevy Aveo in the Eureka Grocery Outlet/EGO’ s grand opening drawing celebrating their new building on the same property as their old building. My Fred stories go on & on…

    Take care; bosom buddy, you’re sorta, kinda, awfully hip

  4. August 9th, 2016 | 7:26 am

    Fred had to have the job with me, I forgot to mention; in order to get an full time union job organizing other IHSS care-givers in notoriously anti-union Humboldt county working for AFSCME/American Federation of State, County & Municipal Employees.

  5. August 9th, 2016 | 7:29 am

    now I’m going to see more of your pussy, & listen a little to your guitar work, too; what is that, a Stella? Silverstone? Harmony?

    Take a hike, you can use some air…hey, me too.

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