Misty Gates

In 1990, I crawled out of the swamp alive. I was raised by a stack of abandoned Playboy magazines that I found in the woods.

I'm absolutely feral; I could kill your dog and fuck the hell out of you in the same series of motions. Join my site, chat with me on camera and through my blog, and get to know me for yourself.

Please print out all of my pictures and build a nest out of them in your den or garage. Fill it with Coronas and silver dollars, and one evening, you just might meet me there.