So feminine I can hardly stand it. I love these pieces, and yet, there’s something about them that makes me want to get them really dirty. [via strumpetandpink]*duly noted that their website is shit
The Pear Of Anguish was a medieval torture device used on ladies (witches and baby-aborters, gay men, and in the mouths of blasphemers. They were unusually lavishly decorated for torture devices, which makes me wonder if the non-spiked variations were ever used recreationally.
Oh my. I love that this women doesn’t need anyone, cause she has herself. Almost as hot as the thought of Tweet getting down are those fucking backup dancers. The way they move is SO sexy! Plus, Missy shows up, all smokin’. I love seeing a woman with big curves like mine killing it! This track is definitely my new favorite.
If it exists, there is porn of it. That’s the way the rule goes, right? — BOX PLAY! on Flickr.
Ginger got me thinking about the true meaning of voyeurism with her post featuring the crazyhot camera phone music video (which you absolutely must watch). Over the years, as you might have noticed, I’ve often turned to reading craigslist to please my curiosity. It generally goes like this: I click on a post with a picture. It’s a dick. I drop my jaw, then cover my mouth with my hand in a gesture of true surprise. Every time I do this, I’m honestly shocked to see a cock in the photo. I know there’s going to be one when I click the link, but still! And I just keep clicking and clicking, finding each one more compelling than the last. I love the feeling I get when I see the genitals of these random strange men, but does it truly count as voyeurism if the person knows they are being watched? These men are well aware that they are sharing their hardons. They are know, pray, hope, that they are being watched. It makes it easier for me to judge, mock or worship them, and contributes to my ease in doing so. Thus, I have to ask, does the real voyeur get off on what she is seeing, or on the violation of a victim’s sexual boundaries?
Since Valentine’s Day is always fucking lame when it’s just you and your lover trying to avoid disappointment, this year I’m kinking it up. I’m having an erotic costume hot tub party. Since clothes have to come off, but the costume needs to remain, I’m wearing a veil. I’ve never covered my face like this before and I’m even wearing it right now while I type this. Feeling forbidden is sexy, for sure.
It doesn’t get much better than a strong ginger woman doing great work:
Nausicaä mentioned the other day that her septum piercing is all healed and how she misses the “little bits of hurt.” I’ve been thinking about getting a new piercing soon, but I can’t decide where. Facial is ok, but where? Was maybe thinking my left nipple, to even out the fact that I used to have the right one done (which changes up the size/sensitivity a bit, so now they don’t match). I even have airport-safe jewelry for it (pictured above). N said he’d come with me and hold my hand (insisted upon it, actually), so now just to find the time…
This video is simple. It’s just a beautiful woman writhing. [via tremaine de senna]