The new and improved failsafe condom for women…
The embarrassment of being “caught” enjoying sexual pleasure is so ingrained in most of us that is is difficult to imagine acting in any other way.
Even in the communities that celebrate open sexuality, it is still embarrassing be seen pleasuring yourself. One of the reasons I really like Pandora’s Forest is that it is one of the few places I’ve been that sexual pleasure does not bring shame.
Imagine a community or even a home where it is just as relaxed and normal when asked “What did you do today?” to say “I spent an hour making love to myself and I had a great orgasm.” as it is to say “I shot hoops for an hour and made 5 free throws in a row.”
Book One: Unlikely Revolutionaries
Growing Up LeMarco
Sitting by the fire on the beach, Cooper asked Judy, “So how did it work out on a day by day basis to have Brian living with you guys while you openly lived the swinger’s lifestyle?”
“What?” Judy responded, as she picked up Martin’s camera and focused it on Ramón and Heather having sex about 20 feet from them. It seemed that Judy and Cooper were done with the Luau orgy, but the other’s had a way to go.
Cooper repeated, “When Brian moved in as a teenager, how did it work out with you guys living this kind of lifestyle?”
Judy gave a small half laugh as she began to talk without putting down the camera “Oh I remember the first day he arrived at the beginning of the summer. It was mid-June and hot. His dad had picked him up and taken him to lunch. Martin told me he had reminded Brian that we were going to try living as if he weren’t even there. Evidently Brian had been imagining what it would be like for months and was very eager.”
Tina walked up to Judy “Are you going to finish the story of Brian as a teenager?”
“Yea, have a seat” the added “If you have done your duty to the goddess”
“Oh yea - all done” Tina answered.
“So have we.” Judy continued the story as Tina sat down with them, “Like I said this afternoon, he was eager; however, in reality he was not as ready to go from his mom’s world to ours as he thought. When he and his dad arrived from the airport, I had been cleaning with the air conditioning blasting so I was fully dressed when they got home. After his dad went back to work he asked if he could watch a DVD. Not in the house fifteen minutes and he wanted to watch a porno and jack off in front of me. I told him fine, but I had been cleaning all day and wanted to go out to the pool. I could tell he was having trouble making up his mind, so being the bitch that I am I turned to go to the pool, pulling my shirt off as I went. If you remember he had watched a number of videos of me during spring break, but had never seen me naked in person. I was not surprised that he rapidly decided to go swimming. I made sure to walk fast and to leave my clothes behind me for him to see. By the time he made it outside I was under the water. I swam a few laps. I got out of the water and laid out on my chase lounge and could see he had taken off all his clothes.”
In a certain segment of society this does happen.
The real question is why should it seem so shocking to the larger society?
Why would many people think it would be less “wrong” if the wife had not approved? That makes no sense, but it is the challenge we have in promoting an agenda that promotes open sexuality with honesty.
Here are two more photos from my shoot with Danielle back in 2001.
After we shot downtown we came to my “studio”, which at the time was no more than a backdrop and 3 halogen lights in my living room.
Of course that was before the age of digital. One camera held Tri-X B&W film and the other Fujifilm Color.
Still, they are not bad photos.
Multitasking isn’t for everyone…
I used no artificial lights for these shots, just a light board to reflect the light coming down from above.
I’ve been wanted to shoot Vivian here for a while, but haven’t gotten around to it.
This is a photo from my archive. The model is Danielle. She was a professional an came to me to update her portfolio back in 2001.
This shot is done downtown, early on a Sunday morning. I must say I was pleased.
The nice thing about pros is not they are more attractive, but they are more patient. They have a much higher tolerance for the time it takes to make a good photo.
My two “little friends”, Ringo & Carly, keeping watch.
The kindly Professor has an awesome and terrible canine companion who sits at his feet more often than not when he writes his missives.
OK, Ringo is not quite ferocious, except in his own little mind, though he does have a spiked collar and does lord over our 16 lb King Charles Spaniel. He is a black 18 lb. cock-a-poo eunuch.
He is quite sure the entire street in front of our house belongs to him and woe unto anyone who walks on his street; they will receive the terrifying bark attack from our killer dog in the window. It’s silly to us, but to him it is very important. Fortunately in our semi-rural home we have little foot traffic. Inside the home he is very sensitive about males; human or other. This morning we get up to find that our macho-dog had found the water bottle of our daughter’s husband on the floor, and had marked it with his golden mark (leaving a mess).
Males are, by nature, always in a fight for supremacy with all other males; specifically supremacy for sexual mates. This is not a defect in character, but rather their root nature. For modern humans, this battle only takes the form of literal physical fighting in rare cases. This fight for supremacy is most often fought with proxies for martial prowess: money, power, social status and physical appearance.
What an amazing photo.
Modern-day slavery is very much alive right here in our own backyard, according to a new feature-length documentary, “Tricked.” Embedded with the Denver Vice squad and combing through Las Vegas, directors John-Keith Wasson and Jane Wells bring audiences right into the frightening fold as thousands of victims are trafficked throughout the United States each year to satisfy a $3 billion-a-year industry.
I do like Spencer Tunick, but wish we didn’t need art as an excuse to accept nudity like this.