Who goes there?
OK, this is the lamest, cheesiest age gate that anyone can possibly imagine, but sometimes you have to do stupid cheesy things just to cover your metaphorical or literal ass. Y'all seem like nice people, and I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want to see me hauled off to federal FMitA prison, right? Cut me some slack... I gave it the stark unformatted black-on-white boring treatment that it so richly deserves.
I wish I didn't have to put this page up, but I also wish for world peace. And a Canon 5d MkII (pretty please!) And a pony. Yes, I want a pony. Seriously, I wish I didn't have to put this page up, but I know that some of my photography is unsuited for people who have not yet reached legal adulthood, and it would be a Bad Thing if these youngun's stumbled upon pictures of people doing kinky stuff. The world would implode, a plague of locusts would descend upon us, there would be floods and hurricanes and earthquakes and Republican presidents and all sorts of nastiness. Dogs and cats, living together. You wouldn't want that, would you? Just click the appropriate link and all will be right with the world. I promise.
I'm 18 years of age or older, and I'm OK with looking at pictures of nekkid people, rope, and sexually explicit stuff.
I'm under 18, or I'd really prefer not to see that kind of stuff.