Shadow Angelina's Battle with Gravity

"I've fallen and I can't get up!" Actually... after falling, breaking her leg and shredding every piece of soft tissue holding her ankle together, she did get up. And walk back up the damn mountain. The woman is made of determination and spite, I tell ya. And love! Right? Don't forget the love part.

You may know her as Shadow Angelina, the photographer of far off places, live music, burlesque, and beauties of New Orleans.
You may know her as the Goddess of Esoterotica.
You may know her as the Poet Laureate of Queerlesque.
You may know her as that rad chick with the insanely long red dreadlocs who alternates between laughing like a child and looking surly.
Or you may know her through the web.
But chances are, if you know her, and are looking at this page, ya love her. How could you not? x_0


Well she's in a bit of a bind, so to speak. (Not that kind of bind, ya perv!) She can't work, and let me tell you, those photos are not going to take themselves! Those law briefs aren't going to file themselves! But more to the point, not working when an artist means no lights, no eating, no nothing! She has racked up some hefty medical bills and with surgery and no health insurance... It's BadSauce. Would you like to foster goodwill and health to our beloved miscreant of poetry, photography, and all around badassery? Of course you would!!!

So here's the deal... Donate some funds, collect your reward! We are adding new rewards as other people generously donate of their goods and/or services, so stay tuned.

This is an ongoing fundraiser as the wonderful medical system of New Orleans dictates.
So, donate, tell your friends, ALL OF TEH FRIENDS and help out. You want to see her up and doing that little sway she does when she walks... Don't you?!