I Am Me
Joseph Kennedy Buscagan Gultiano Piquero Achacoso Cadorna de Leon Castilla Villegas Perez but, you can just call me Kenny for short

And, I totally understand if your man don't want you modeling sexy for me.

You might call me a Photographer or, you might refer to me as an Artist. Oh my Gauss . You might even think I'm a Creepy, Psycho, Perv, Stalker. You don't know me. I don't know you. Call me whatever the hell you want. The difference between me and you is, I do what I do, and you do what you do. If the world can tolerate your shit then, I'm doing just fine being me. And, I like what I do. It keeps me Focused. Kind of like, gardening. Heh.

If you want to know how long I've been doing photography, catch a flight and visit the Wisconsin Historical Society Library and ask to see archived copies of a periodical called, "The Forward Edge". 1986-87 timeframe. Oi! Are those black and white pictures by Joe with news articles? Yep, dat be by me. Some people like to fudge their "years of experience". I don't BS with mine. If I got paid to bullshit, I'd be lying my ass off about everything! Like: the time I french-kissed Angelina Jolie in high school! LOL

Can shoot and print awesome: Headshots, Fashion, Glamour, Bikini, Lingerie, Artistic and Glamour Nudes. One time, in band camp, I made the top 10 photographer finalists in One Model Place's "Shut Up and Model" contest for three different categories (and I didn't even give it my bestest and hardest shot. I was just fucking around with my spare time in between real commercial work in my local area). That said,...

I don't photograph women all the live long day (seriously) but, it's a nice thought! I like taking objects like the cheap plastic cup below, and make it look sexier and funner than its rival expensive wine glass. Bet you thought it was glass huh? And, my counter and floor really is wet and you can't see me pulling my hand out of the shot after tipping the cup over. I'm quick like Bruce Lee like that which, wouldn't at all be possible without that remote cable. Heh.
Things one does and has to be for a paying client. So, anyways, that's what I like doing. No, not commercial photography. Making a mess! (That was "humor" for some of you wound-up-real-tight types.)

Film makers looking for a still photographer. Magazines looking for an experienced freelance photojournalist. Stylists looking for photographer's addition to their portfolios. Women of all ages (18 and over only), interested in modeling and trying out for popularity contests and or, publication in major Men's Magazines. Web sites (with branded clothing) looking for photographers to demo/market their brand via Model's images. Photographers needing a second shooter for weddings and other events. Bands looking for CD cover or liner shots.
A San Francisco based Executive Director or District Attorney whose got the balls to go after Deadbeat Moms like my ex-wife Tesa who hasn't paid Child Support for our three kids in almost ten years and gots the nerve to come up on MySpace talking down at me and bragging on her profile that she's a "Proud Parent" when, a long time ago, she left my daughter who was very young at the time, with a man who ended up molesting her. Just so she can go clubbing with her friends. Proud Parent my ass! *flips middle finger*
I give kudos to Women who actually got the balls to "do the right thing" like, pay Child Support. If you're one of those that habitually complain that it's a "Man's World" and you get away scott free from the responsibility of having to pay Child Support then, maybe you shouldn't complain because, it's probably the reason why you can get away with it while, Dads get the short end of the shit stick. Deadbeat Moms should be glad I'm not in a position like Cynthia Brown, executive director of the Butler County Child Enforcement Agency because, I think outing Deadbeat Dads on Pizza boxes is a damn cute gimmicky idea. Then again, a MySpace profile with lots of pretty pictures is just as good a platform as any for doing the same thing for the opposite sex.
More people I'd like to meet (A walk on the wild and goofy side of life)...
Rich old ladies looking for a Foot Massage Boy. (nasty looking corns and bunions ok) Rate: $1000/hour. Rich old men with fantasies of watching their sexy 6 ft tall wife with flawless alabaster skin getting plonked and ploinked by a grungy looking leprechaun like me. (Precious memories recorded on hi-res digital, Ilford film, Video and Audio). Sitting fee: $FREE. Full Model Release signature required. Girl Scouts who want to learn how to blow cigarette smoke rings. (Bring Your Own Smokes). Waiting room for Parents available. Catholic Priests who wanna learn how to cap and cuss Yay Area Hunter's Point style. For an additional $50, add East Oakland Thug mannerisms to your repertoire. Soccer Moms who want to learn how to Pimp and Pander family members online. 3-step instructional video available. Web hosting available with DNS Administration support for as little as $7.50 a month. Principal's paddle included. Porn Stars transitioning to a life of celibacy. (just checking to see if they actually exist. if so, how long will they last? lol) Horny Mormons. Religious Atheists. And the list goes on.

The ones I salute were already doing noble and heroic acts before they got rich, or dead which, is probably why they got dead. *whispers* Couldn't afford bodyguards. *grins*