Intense.

Came aross this video. I can't tell if it offends me or really, really turns me on with its brutal honesty, even brutality, and realism. These are clearly fucked up fuckers fucking.

Just three pictures.

Early morning libido.

Boyfriend's out and I'm pretending I can only look up smut when he's gone - which isn't true, but it's like self-roleplay, so don't remind me otherwise.




C'mon, really? I'm doing that when it gets warmer. Also - nice bums.

I think too that thinking about blogging is making me more narcisistic... I keep looking up pictures of people I wished I look like.

Is it weird to fantasize about someone you wish you were like? I think it has to do with projecting on this lovely lady what it would be like to be a nude badass sometime in my life.



And finally, some lovely links:
http://enfuego.carbonmade.com/projects/33667#1
http://light-penetration.blogspot.com/

And best of all, ubber disturbing and ubber hot:
http://www.wltf-mag.com/wltf3/issuewltf3.html


Now back to bed to finish what was started.

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Objects of Art

I thought I would start off classy enough - rest assured (not yet) loyal (not yet existent) readers it will get dirtier from here... much, much dirtier. But I wanted to let you know that hot starts with painting. Dounaier Rousseau's The Dream (above) is the lushest fantasy I have - I imagine the jungle growing around me in my room like Where The Wild Things Are, sweat droplets perched on angles and curves forming into perfect bubbles before slipping and disintegrating along the course of a body, a warm purr of a great cat, a velvet smooth sofa cold against skin surrounded by the sounds of a sweltering night, the unknown darkness.

The exact opposite comes to me with Lucian Freud's images - I can feel the crunch of a canvas throw under my boney ass, a harsh light shining off my worst features. Somehow that's even more taboo, being witnessed in glaring light, fully exposed, uncomplimented...

These final three images round out this voyeur-ed debut. All three models so strong and true, but played perfectly by the eye of the beholder. Erotica is a compromise, a partnership - blogging perhaps can bring that same feeling of mutual objectification that I'm lacking. Is it modern, liberated, to want to participate in objectification? How about when that objectification isn't beautiful but raunchy or wet? Can you objectify my objectification as I post the things that are alluring to me?