Monday, March 22, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
Sleeping in only my underwear - bad idea.
I played dead out of embarrassment. Although, what I would’ve REALLY liked to do was : walk up to the window in..um..my ’state’ and look the ogling perv IN THE EYE. And smile.
I’m SO inspired by Skins. Maybe it’s a good thing that the season’s over.
P.S.- I still can’t believe Freddy DIED!
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Two Naked Women Act as a Threshold to Marina Abramovic's Moma Exhibit
“Her ass is a song”
NOTE: YOU MUST READ THIS POST ONLY AFTER YOU’VE UNDRESSED.
There is all of this fear about the naked body. Although it’s gotten better over the years a single breast or a hint of a landing strip can still incite fear and rage. Marina Abramovic’s exhibition at Moma features two naked women acting as a threshold into the exhibit. And despite everyone having a body and occasionally being naked, the physical state of these two women incited so much anger that the news stations have picked it up. So have the newspapers and blogs. And then there’s all of this talk about model Rie Rasmussen calling Terry Richardson out on his sexually-charged photographs and accusing him of exploiting young girls. And now even, model Jamie Peck is accusing Terry Richardson of taking advantage of her when she was nineteen. All of this hostility towards an incredible photographer stems from fear of the naked body. Fear of sex. Fear of cocks. Fear of pussy. Fear of breasts. Fear of moaning and groping and touching and licking and kissing. Fear of some of the most natural verbs and nouns in existence. It’s gotten better over the years, I think. But the context in which sex or anything sex-related is allowed is very random and sporadic.
I just finished watching And God Created Woman, Brigitte Bardot’s twelfth or thirteenth film and it got me thinking about the naked body. Specifically naked women. I feel detached from my body. Sometimes I look in the mirror and don’t recognize my skin. I see birthmarks that I haven’t noticed until now. And it’s people like Terry Richardson and Brigitte Bardot and Marina Abramovic that remind us all that we have bodies. We have breasts and cocks and stomachs and feet.
The body is everything to fashion. You can put two girls in the same dress and the mood of the dress will change so much from one girl to the next. The body is everything. But when my friend sees a naked model in Vogue Italia she will say, “It’s porn. Nothing but porn.” And when I introduce her to Terry Richardson she will say the same thing. And when I show her the Purple editorial with a very naked and very beautiful Freja Beha she can barely look at the page. This is, mind you, the same friend that is terrified of belly buttons and has never masturbated (NOTE: someone needs to find a prettier word for masturbate. It sounds too much like masticate and berate).
And when I see the same Vogue Italia editorial or Terry Richardson photograph or Purple editorial I can’t see anything but beauty and freedom. The body as identity. As the greatest tool to ever be created. As something other than the end of everything that is good and wholesome in the world.
The body is everything to fashion. Fashion needs bodies. Hard, naked, limber bodies. When sales people from Barney’s and Saks Fifth Avenue visit a showroom to see a collection they don’t just look at the clothes hanging on the racks. They pick the looks that they want to see on a model and out she comes. She gives the look a certain life and vitality that they wouldn’t otherwise have on those hangers. And even when a model is naked and not wearing much you can still see how a pair of tropical wool pants would fit over her thighs and down her legs. How a silk top would hug her shoulders.
Feet.
Monday, March 15, 2010
The arousal of scent.
The Quick Concluder commented I have never been a fan of morning sex either-the bad breath, the general unshoweredness…
I responded that I like the musky smell that comes with unwashed bodies. There is something primal about it and I am convinced that there is a link between aroma and arousal. Of course there are different levels of odor — I’m not sure I could have sex with someone who just completed a marathon.
There is a certain odor that comes with sex, isn’t there? We all have our natural odors as well. Every once in a while I’ll be walking along and I’ll catch a whiff of a scent, be it perfume, or bath oil, that takes me back to a long ago sexual encounter. I love it when this happens. It’s unexpected and the deja vu it provokes can be powerful.
Some people just plain smell sexy. I was at my gig yesterday and I noticed an attractive woman in her late 30s or early 40s (my favorite age) and she smelled delightful. It was either the shampoo she used or a bath oil but I can only imagine the ecstasy I would experience as she guided my cock into her wet pussy. She was big-boned, but not over-weight. She had a beautiful round ass and large breasts. Funny, I usually am normally not attracted to women with large breasts but she smelled so good that my desire overcame my usual inclinations.
So let’s all celebrate national non-shower day with a little hot sex. What’s that you say? There is no such day? Well there is now! March 15th.
I can’t wait until they invent web 3.0 and I can smell-o-round. Someday..
Girdles
You can find anything on Flickr. Anything. You want shots of white rats in ball gowns? Well, OK, not everything. But look what I found – a set of girdle photos! If you were before about 1962 you may well have a kinky attraction to these “foundation garments”.
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Girdles
Eliz.avery - creative commons
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Friday, March 12, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Candid Public Pantyhose Upskirt Pervert
I’ve always been a sex addicted pervert if you haven’t already figured that out by me telling you this again and again. Years ago I was obsessed with taking pictures of women in dresses or skirts wearing pantyhose in public. I was addicted to it. I would spend hours upon hours in public places looking for opportunities to get some great shots of hot women or at least decent looking women with nice legs in pantyhose. I’d visit shopping centers, strip malls, shopping malls and the center city streets waiting and watching and snapping away with my cheap camera.
Sometimes I would take pictures from my car. Sometimes I’d actually walk around to get close up pictures. Other times I’d even 
stand right next to women shopping in stores and sneak the camera between their legs and get shots up their skirts. I even used a flash. Thank God I never got officially caught or no one ever said anything.
I was in a drug store in an aisle and I saw a hot blonde with a short skirt and tan pantyhose looking at something near the top shelf. I crouched down on my knees to pretend I was looking at the bottom shelf net to her and I took a great shot right up her skirt. It was amazing. I grabbed something from the shelf and walked away with my heart beating a mile a minute because of my “score”. Then I’d walk around the shopping center looking for more women and I always found them. Back then a lot of women wore skirts with pantyhose and heels so I was lucky.
I took some great pictures riding the escalator in the mall. One time I got three different up the skirt pictures of three different girls on one ride up. One was in a schoolgirl uniform. She wore white tights and white panties under them. The other two wore short mini-skirts with black pantyhose and no panties. Great shots.
Riding the train and buses was also great. I would get a lot of shots of women’s legs crossed sitting down, standing up and up the 
skirts. I would luck out sometimes and get shots of groups of girls’ legs in pantyhose. The women wore all colors of pantyhose like tan, white and black. I capture them all.
I had two different places where I’d get the film developed. An Asian couple that never said anything about the photographs owned one place. A Russian man in the city owned the other place and he didn’t care what kind of photos I took either. I’d usually get them within an hour. I couldn’t wait to get the pictures home and spread them out and jerk off looking at my treasures.
Over all I collected hundreds of candid photos of women’s legs in pantyhose and upskirt shots. I masturbated to every one of them. I wish I had the balls to do it again. It was easier to get away with back then.
Friday, March 5, 2010
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