SELF SHOT IN BATH: TUB AND LIGHT

SATURDAY MORNING FRISKY

FAREWELL, ANGEL

Farrah Fawcett, whose girl-next-door looks and signature golden locks influenced a generation of women and bewitched a generation of men, died Thursday morning in Santa Monica, Calif. She was 62. Made famous by a poster, and beloved for her role as Jill Munroe on the hit-TV show "Charlie's Angels," she will remain a much loved television star and icon of American culture.

BUTTON

PLAYFUL IN MIRROR

SUNLIGHT

A catnap in a splash of light.

A HELPING HAND

HOT FOR TEACHER

Isn't this how you pictured your professor grading your final paper of spring term?

BEACH PEEKER

There's a beach to the north of the city. It's not very scenic, a little rocky, but it's close. It's a place where teenagers can smuggle beer out and have a bonfire. Some say its a little seedy, too, like you can find used condoms or discarded drug paraphernalia in the bushes.

Some say it's a hook up spot for gay men--or perhaps more accurately, married hetero men who slip out of the suburbs and indulge in anonymous gay sex, and then sneak back in their minivans back to their wives and families. In any case, for my wife and I, North Beach is usually a fine place to go for an hour or so after work and just relax.

One afternoon, an older man with a black backpack was wandering the beach. We didn't think much of it, but he seemed to walk past us, steal a sideways glance, pass, go up the beach a few hundred yards, and turn back. I first time he walked past we hardly noticed. The second time we assumed he was just getting exercise. By the third time past our blanket, we began to wonder.

He never approached, only glanced over each time as he passed. On his fourth pass, my wife pulled her bathing suit to the side. "This will either give him what he wants or scare him away," she said. We laughed.

On his trip back, he glanced over, and did notice. He stopped in his tracks for what seemed like a full minute. Then he walked off, and we never saw him again.

BREAST FRIENDS

ANDREA'S NOOK

Saturday mornings in Summer, she'd wake up early with the light. She'd wander to the kitchen and start the coffee. Still nude from bed, she'd relax at the breakfast nook table. She'd reach for the paper, or a piece of fruit for breakfast. When she reached for the banana, it suggested to her another morning activity.

69--A CLASSIC THEN, A CLASSIC NOW

FADED MEMORIES

I was cleaning out the basement and came across an old box of papers. Inside were assignments from college, class notes I'd kept for who knows why, and heaps of old love letters. I also found a page in my old photo album black and white pictures I'd taken with my girlfriend Robyn. She was on the yearbook staff, and had an old Nikon camera. One day she was teaching me photography and I took a series of her in various sexy poses. I gave her the film roll and one night she let herself into the school darkroom and printed the images for me. In my memory, we had at least a dozen images. I could only find four. Looking at them now, yellowed, faded, they seemed so old, belonging to another time. Her center-parted hair and her thick bush seem as if from another era entirely. I guess it was a different century. A different Millennium, even.

Our break up was filled with the heavy drama of kids in their early 20s. She'd cheated on me, and in turn, I cheated on her. At The time, fueled by injury, I'd destroyed all my pictures of her. I don't know how I missed these, if it was fate they'd survive. But I'm glad they did.

ACROSS THE PALOUSE

Rachel and I took a road trip from Missoula through Idaho into Eastern Washington and down the Columbia Gorge to the Pacific Ocean. We drove in her red Toyota, and along the way stopped in national forest and pulled out our sleeping bags and just slept on the ground. In that area, there are few people. The roads are windy and empty. A lot of times Rachel would ride along in the passenger seat without pants. Sometimes she'd touch herself, or touch me, until neither of us could stand it. I'd pull over off the side of the road, and come around to her side. She'd offer herself and I'd take her. We'd fuck hard and fast, knowing a truck could come by at any moment. The danger of getting caught, the intensity of our sex, and the hot sun beating down made it thrilling. We must have pulled over every 70-100 miles.

AFTER RUSH HOUR

How many women come home after a stressful day at the office, stick their favorite suction-cup dildo onto a kitchen chair, strip off their clothes, and climb on for a good hard ride? This one.

WOODSTOCK

The Woodstock Music and Art Fair, or "three days of peace and music," was held in the Catskill Mountains of New York's Sullivan County. The line-up showcased many of the top performers of rock, folk, and progressive popular music during the Sixties era. An estimated quarter to half-million hippie kids, drop-outs, and wannbe drop-outs hit the toll roads of New York, creatign lines for miles, and packing into the stage area.

The site itself had been selected by the Festival's organisers because it comprised a natural amphitheatre that afforded decent acoustics and unobstructed sight views, plus plenty of space for camping on the grounds, and, for a brief moment, it was the second most populated "city" in the state. Despite problems with the sound system, intermittent downpours and critical shortages of food, drinking water and toilet facilities, this self-billed "Aquarian Exposition" left an indelible mark on the American pyche.

Eva i Mabel a Llucalcari

LAST ONE IN

Can they possibly pack another in? Is this a group of friends? Co-workers? Just having a party and someone said, "Hey, let's skinny dip in the hut tub--last one in is a rotten egg!"

I couldn't find a formal history of hot tubs and when exactly they became part of "the lifestyle." Clearly, they were popular all trough the 70s. There is a game played where the men sit and the women sit on the laps of their men, then after a set amount of time, maybe a couple minutes, the women get up and move one man over. they fondle or are fondled by the new man, then get up and all move one over again until the woman has returned to where she started. I've never been invited to one of these parties, but have to admit, sounds pretty fun.

SELF-SNAP

Taking self snaps are sexy. Sending them to your lover is even sexier. Sending them to a former lover can be sexiest of all.

I stay in touch with a former girlfriend, not too often, but we catch up two or three times a year. We broke up after she moved to another city for graduate school. Our lives have sense moved on, changed in different ways, and neither of us harbor any sense that we'd ever get back together. Still, we have warm feelings for each other. And we still find each other sexually attractive. Occasionally, she'll surprise me with a self-snap.

ORIGINAL SEXY

It's easy to think of porn as a modern phenomena. We tend to think of it as the porn we currently have online, all in HD video or high-rez digital. Porn stars with larger-than-life breasts and cocks, all shaven and silicone. Perhaps that's why the Amateur, homemade porn is so popular these days, a return to the days when the camera was relatively new and novel, and its visual possibilities just being discovered.

MORNING LIGHT

ONCE, TWICE, THREE TIMES A LADY

MEMORIES

Old polaroids, such memories!

US LOOKING AT YOU, LOOKING AT YOU

Here's a little tribute to all the couples who capture themselves in the mirror. Sexy.

ARTY TOY

GOOSEBUMPS

GROUP HUG

The girls were having a fun time together at the beach and wanted to save the memory with a photo. Since no one else was around, they'd gone skinny dipping and laying out in the buff. But when they tried to snap a photo of all of them, they had a challenge. If one of them took a the picture, then they wouldn't be in it, obviously. Out on the beach there was nowhere to set the camera for a timer shot. And if they stood and held the camera out at arm's length, they could only squeeze three of their faces in at the most. Then one of them had an idea: if they all circled together and held the camera above them, maybe they could get all of them in the shot. So they pressed as tightly together, so close that each of their breasts touched the breast of the girl beside them. They still cut off some of their heads, but it was a fun solution, and a good memory of the day.

OBJECTS WITH BEER ARE CLOSER THAN THEY APPEAR

KELLY ON THE DECK STEPS

Normally she was shy, but I told her over and over again what a beautiful boy she had. It was very classic. We did one series of nudes, and I caught her when she wasn't expecting the camera, her legs open. She looked up with the camera snap, a slightly annoyed expression on her face, but not closing her legs, and glanced away, as if offering the pose officially. So I clicked again.

SUMMERTIME AND THE LIVIN IS EASY

What's better on a hot summer afternoon than kickin back with a cold beer, watching the day turn golden, and feeling the soft warm breeze up your dress, caressing bare skin?

THIS MACHINE KILLS FASCISTS


Hey, hey Woody Guthrie I wrote you a song,
bout a funny ol world that's comin along...
--Bob Dylan

WHAT SHE FOUNND