When Fred told Daphne what had happened on the couch, she wasn't jealous at all. In fact, she liked girls as much as boys. She loved both Fred and Velma very much and didn't mind sharing. They solved crimes together, why not share everything?
Friday, July 30, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
VELMA MAKES A MOVE ON FRED
When it came time to solve a mystery, Fred and Daphne were always going off separately. Scooby and Shaggy were always sneaking off to have some "scooby snacks." Velma always felt left out. She suspected that Fred and Daphne had a little thing going, but she wasn't sure. While she and Fred were hanging out, she decided to make a move.
When it came time to solve a mystery, Fred and Daphne were always going off separately. Scooby and Shaggy were always sneaking off to have some "scooby snacks." Velma always felt left out. She suspected that Fred and Daphne had a little thing going, but she wasn't sure. While she and Fred were hanging out, she decided to make a move.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
LOOKING FOR CLUES
While trying to solve a mystery, the gang encounters online porn. They are shocked and baffled, but Velma is secretly aroused and it gives her new ideas...
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
BEACH QUICKIE
This couple apparently thought that they were alone and out of sight on the beach. She pulled his erection out of his shorts and pulled her bikini bottom aside as she rolled over onto him to ride him hard and fast. She loved the thrill of being outdoors, she loved having quickies with clothes still on, and she especially loved the danger of getting caught.
This couple apparently thought that they were alone and out of sight on the beach. She pulled his erection out of his shorts and pulled her bikini bottom aside as she rolled over onto him to ride him hard and fast. She loved the thrill of being outdoors, she loved having quickies with clothes still on, and she especially loved the danger of getting caught.
MEMORIES
Sometimes she'd like to get out the old pictures they took together. She had about a dozen, showing them in various sexual acts. She loved the image of his cock penetrating her. Seeing those images got her excited, and she'd retrieve her 10" rubber dong from the dresser drawer. She'd give it a lathering in KY Jelly, and then lay back and hold it at her entrance, slowly rubbing up and down her pussy lips, twisting in small circles as the thick rubber head slowly eased into her. Slowly, gently, he'd work the first few inches of the dong inside her, and begin to pump. She'd raise her hips to meet it's push, grazing her clit, which was becoming enlarged and swollen. Soon, she'd become wet. Her body would relax and accept the thick cock all the way. That's when she wanted to feel it deep, and hard. She'd roll over onto her knees, straddle her toy, and push herself down. It poked inside. She felt it in her belly, and she loved it.
Sometimes she'd like to get out the old pictures they took together. She had about a dozen, showing them in various sexual acts. She loved the image of his cock penetrating her. Seeing those images got her excited, and she'd retrieve her 10" rubber dong from the dresser drawer. She'd give it a lathering in KY Jelly, and then lay back and hold it at her entrance, slowly rubbing up and down her pussy lips, twisting in small circles as the thick rubber head slowly eased into her. Slowly, gently, he'd work the first few inches of the dong inside her, and begin to pump. She'd raise her hips to meet it's push, grazing her clit, which was becoming enlarged and swollen. Soon, she'd become wet. Her body would relax and accept the thick cock all the way. That's when she wanted to feel it deep, and hard. She'd roll over onto her knees, straddle her toy, and push herself down. It poked inside. She felt it in her belly, and she loved it.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
VELMA'S SECRET
Velma always seemed like the nerdy librarian type. Dressed in a sweater and glasses, she was always eclipsed by the cheerleader-looks of her best friend Daphne. But the truth is, underneath the loose-fitting orange sweater, Velma has a surprise for the gang. We'll share her secret in this blog. Don't change that channel...
Velma always seemed like the nerdy librarian type. Dressed in a sweater and glasses, she was always eclipsed by the cheerleader-looks of her best friend Daphne. But the truth is, underneath the loose-fitting orange sweater, Velma has a surprise for the gang. We'll share her secret in this blog. Don't change that channel...
Sunday, July 18, 2010
GIRLS BATH BEACH
When we were growing up, my parents sent me to a science camp out in the Central Oregon desert. In the middle of the day, the temperatures would often soar well above 100. The camp was "rustic" at best; none of the ramshackle cabins and outbuildings had air conditioning or plumbing, so the counselors took us down to the river for our daily bathing.
I think it was much more common back then to separate boys and girls. In school, we had boys PE and girls PE. Co-ed sports was totally unheard of. Perhaps because of this, there was never any thought group showering in the locker rooms.
In the case of camp, that sense of shared group shower carried over to the river. The river didn't seem as much "swim time," as it was the only shower we'd get at camp without indoor plumbing. So, the river time was really shower time, and boys and girls were separated.
Being so hot and dusty, everyone gladly stripped down and jumped in. Normally, the water would be freezing, but in the mid-day heat, it felt refreshing. No one complained about bathing in the river. Maybe there was "body image" anxiety back then, but I can't recall it. Media hadn't told us we should be concerned, and so we weren't. We considered some girls pretty, and others maybe not as pretty, but that was usually a combination of face and personality. No one ever focused on another's body. Tighs, hips, chest, it was all just as "God made you," we'd been told. And so who were we to question God.
Maybe in some ways we really were ignorant in those times, but then, it seemed a lot healthier, a lot less stressful, and a lot more fun.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
WEDDING PHOTOGRAPHER
She figured if she was paying several hundred dollars to hire a professional wedding photographer, she might as well take a couple special photos that she could give her new husband as a honeymoon present, and that they would have as a keepsake, and look back at years later. She knew she would never be this age again and look so lovely as she did on her wedding, and she wanted to cherish this point in her life.
STRIP DARTS WITH CAMP COUNSELLORS
The other dayI got a text from an friend who works at a summer camp. Every couple weeks, between camp sessions, she returns to the city for a short 36 hours of freedom. Camps aren't what they used to be like a generation or two ago: wild romps where the counsellors were always drunk or stoned or making out in the bushes. Camps have reflected a social shift where camps are accredited and tightly regulated. The parents of Gen X had just dumped their kids on buses and said, "See you in a couple weeks." Today's parents want structured curriculum and experiential learning opportunities. The counsellors, like my friend, work their butt of at camp--there is no drinking, smoking, or "grab ass" as there once was at camp. As a result, all of that gets saved up for the weekends in the city.
So I get a call from Anne, and she says she's in town for only 32 hours now and counting and that she's at the grocery store getting limes, soda, and rum for mojitos. I tell her I have some fresh mint in my garden, and so it's set--we'll meet up at her place to start mixing drinks on this summer evening.
Anne is renting some dumpy place, with sink full of dishes and fridge filled with beer and mostly expired food from the last weekend they were in town. She's renting it with another camp counsellor, Erin. There's also geckos, and snakes, and lizards in cages. Both Anne and Erin work for a summer science camp, and are, what you could call science nerds. We mix drinks and spend the first hour petting the geckos.
When I first met Erin, I hadn't really given her a second look. She was medium height, maybe 5'6" with brown hair down to her shoulders. Since it was hotter than hell, she wore sandals, shorts, and a tank top. She wore thick-rim glasses that were totally classic nerd, but I don't think she was wearing them ironically.
The first thing I noticed about her, as she sat cross-legged holding the gecko, was that her legs had a very slight soft growth of tiny light-brown hairs. Unshaved legs were much more common in the 70s and 80s, but I hadn't seen any in years. Today, even "outdoorsy" girls seem to shave. Erin's hair was barely noticeable, but when noticed, obvious. It then caused my eyes to go up her legs to the edge of her shorts. Sitting cross legged caused her shorts to draw up tight to her crotch, but I could not see any hint of hair poking out. I wondered since she didn't shave her legs, maybe she didn't shave other areas. I tried to steal glances, as she showed me the gecko and as I pretended to be interested in the gecko. Whenever she lifted her arms, I could see a hint of brown hair. They weren't thick and bushy, but just thin and visible only when her arms were raised.
As she sat and leaned forward, her tanktop dipped just enough to show some cleavage. I suddenly noticed how pale and creamy and soft looking her skin was. Her breasts, which I really hadn't paid attention to at first, were actually very nicely shaped. Not large, but the more I looked at them, the more I realized they were full and round, like a perfect B cup.
I don't know why, but the girls that I have known have tended to either be in the petite size, 5'2"-5'4" with A-cup breasts, or bigger girls, 5'8"-5'10" with c-cups or even d-cups, One would expect, then, that an "average" girl would be average because the vast majority would be between the small and tall girls. But as I noticed Erin, I realized, I hadn't seen many girls that were 5'6" with B-cup breasts. She had more hips and ass than a petite girl, but wasn't voluptuous like a bigger girl. Now as I watched her, trying to peek down her tanktop and catch glimpses of her underarm tuffs of sweet pubic hair, I realized that despite her glasses and nerdy science conversation, she was smoking hot. There was a sexuality in her plainness.
By the fourth round of mojitos, we'd checked out their animals and caught up on conversation about summer and they'd told all their funny stories about campers and kids that were a pain. So Erin suggested we play darts.
We went down to their basement that looked like it had once been a frat house. It had a home-made bar built out of 2x4s, a couple couches, a TV, heaps of laundry, and a dart board. I have never really played darts, if you can believe it. True. So the girls explained a simple style of game, basically the equivalent of a game of "horse" in basketball.
We played a first round and I realized that Erin loved darts. She was really good, and it brought out her competitive nature. We were all pretty happy by then, and laughing and teasing each other. It was clear that Erin was proud of how awesome she was at darts, and was getting a bit of an ego trip at how bad I was. I'd throw three and hit single numbers, once I got 21 total (almost impossible to score lower) and I yelled "Blackjack!"
"That's not the rules," she said. We began to fake argue about who knew the rules better, and I said since it's our game, we can make up any rules we want, we could even play strip darts, for example. She took the bait. She knew she was the best player by a long shot, and she had such a competitive streak, I think she wanted to put me in my place. People don't think of the smart geeky kids as being competitive like the jocks, but they are, and maybe even more so, because they have this drive to prove themselves, and it comes out in tests and grades, but rarely has a social outlet, so when you get a nerdy girl playing a game like darts, like Erin, she's suddenly in her element and ready to kick ass.
I knew I couldn't beat her, but as I was looking down her tank top, I'd seen that she wasn't wearing a bra. And as I tried to check out her shorts, I saw no traces of a panty line. In fact, once she bent over to put the gecko back in its cage, and I could see just the top of her butt crack, and no underwear visible. She'd kicked off her flip flops to play, and so I was hoping that only two pieces of clothes separated her from total nakedness. I had three pieces of cloths and my flip-flops.
So it was on. We were now playing strip darts. We'd each toss in turn and then lowest score would have to remove one piece of clothing.
I lost the first round, as expected, and stripped off my t-shirt. Then Anne lost, and removed a sandal. She lost again and was barefoot. And then I lost, and kicked off a flip flop. With each turn, Erin was soaring higher and higher on the adrenaline of winning. She loved writing down the numbers, adding them up. She loved that she was winning. So was so drunk on her success, though, that her throwing was getting more and more careless, or perhaps it was the fifth round of mojitos. Sixth? we'd lost track.
The next round I hit a couple lucky shots, and Anne lost. She stripped off her t-shirt. UNderneath she was wearing a sports bra.
Erin cheered and stepped up to the line, all smiles. She was aiming higher on the board, trying for triple points when one dart arced a little too high and hit a water pipe on the low basement ceiling. It made a loud ringing clang, which made us all bust into laughter. We were laughing so hard we were almost doubled over. She tried to argue that it was "interference" from the pipe, but Anne, not wanting to be the only girl removing clothes, made her stick to the rules.
So Erin, still radiating confidence, said fine, and peeled off her t-tank top. Just as I'd imagined, she had beautiful, perfectly shaped breasts that sat high and firm on her chest. I tried not to be too obviously as my eyes couldn't stay off of watching how she moved and how her breasts jiggled as she threw.
Anne, apparently rather drunk, lost again, peeled off her shorts to reveal some plain rainbow-stripped underwear. I lost again and was now down to my boxers. Anne actually was the most dressed of all of us with a top and bottom still. For Erin and I, the next turn would determine who would be naked first.
I stepped up and threw. As hard as I tried to aim, it wasn't a very spectacular throw. It added up to 45 or so, and could be beat with just one lucky triple 15 our higher.
Erin stepped up, a little wobbly, but smiling and confident. I couldn't imagine a more beautiful sight than erin wearing only shorts, barefoot and topless, with soft furry shins and little tufts of hair under her arms. I wanted to see the final hidden part, what I assumed would be a thick, dark, and naturally grown triangle between her legs.
She threw, hit a seven. Threw again, and hit a 15, but just missed the triple ring. She needed a really good hit for her final shot to win. She tossed, aiming for the bullseye, and it came up short, hitting a single number. She'd gotten 42. I wondered if it was the mojitos catching up with her, or if she was getting tired, or if, perhaps, in hindsight, so was so good, she aimed for a low score. Without protest, she quickly dropped her shorts and kicked them off to the side. She picked up her drink and walked over. "So, is that game?" she asked.
Anne agreed, probably not because she minded taking off her jogging bra, but more I think she was bored. She didn't like darts half as much as Erin, and since Erin had now lost, the competitive energy dissipated from the room and we were all suddenly pretty tired.
Erin picked up her shorts and tank top, but didn't put them back on. She just stood, naked in front of us, and I was so obviously taking her all in with my eyes. In fact, the only thing she wore was her nerdy glasses, and somehow that made it even sexier. She didn't seem to mind standing naked in front of me, and clearly must have been enjoying the attention.
"Well," she said, "you guys have fun, "I'm headed to bed." She turned and walked naked up the stairs. Anne and I got our clothes and slipped them back on. It was late. So I headed home. I'd go home with the final image of the night being the full view of Erin naked. She was then, and has been since, one of the hottest girls I've ever seen, for being so natural and comfortable in her own skin, her body and letting her hair be natural and free. It was an example I'd keep the rest of my life.
The other dayI got a text from an friend who works at a summer camp. Every couple weeks, between camp sessions, she returns to the city for a short 36 hours of freedom. Camps aren't what they used to be like a generation or two ago: wild romps where the counsellors were always drunk or stoned or making out in the bushes. Camps have reflected a social shift where camps are accredited and tightly regulated. The parents of Gen X had just dumped their kids on buses and said, "See you in a couple weeks." Today's parents want structured curriculum and experiential learning opportunities. The counsellors, like my friend, work their butt of at camp--there is no drinking, smoking, or "grab ass" as there once was at camp. As a result, all of that gets saved up for the weekends in the city.
So I get a call from Anne, and she says she's in town for only 32 hours now and counting and that she's at the grocery store getting limes, soda, and rum for mojitos. I tell her I have some fresh mint in my garden, and so it's set--we'll meet up at her place to start mixing drinks on this summer evening.
Anne is renting some dumpy place, with sink full of dishes and fridge filled with beer and mostly expired food from the last weekend they were in town. She's renting it with another camp counsellor, Erin. There's also geckos, and snakes, and lizards in cages. Both Anne and Erin work for a summer science camp, and are, what you could call science nerds. We mix drinks and spend the first hour petting the geckos.
When I first met Erin, I hadn't really given her a second look. She was medium height, maybe 5'6" with brown hair down to her shoulders. Since it was hotter than hell, she wore sandals, shorts, and a tank top. She wore thick-rim glasses that were totally classic nerd, but I don't think she was wearing them ironically.
The first thing I noticed about her, as she sat cross-legged holding the gecko, was that her legs had a very slight soft growth of tiny light-brown hairs. Unshaved legs were much more common in the 70s and 80s, but I hadn't seen any in years. Today, even "outdoorsy" girls seem to shave. Erin's hair was barely noticeable, but when noticed, obvious. It then caused my eyes to go up her legs to the edge of her shorts. Sitting cross legged caused her shorts to draw up tight to her crotch, but I could not see any hint of hair poking out. I wondered since she didn't shave her legs, maybe she didn't shave other areas. I tried to steal glances, as she showed me the gecko and as I pretended to be interested in the gecko. Whenever she lifted her arms, I could see a hint of brown hair. They weren't thick and bushy, but just thin and visible only when her arms were raised.
As she sat and leaned forward, her tanktop dipped just enough to show some cleavage. I suddenly noticed how pale and creamy and soft looking her skin was. Her breasts, which I really hadn't paid attention to at first, were actually very nicely shaped. Not large, but the more I looked at them, the more I realized they were full and round, like a perfect B cup.
I don't know why, but the girls that I have known have tended to either be in the petite size, 5'2"-5'4" with A-cup breasts, or bigger girls, 5'8"-5'10" with c-cups or even d-cups, One would expect, then, that an "average" girl would be average because the vast majority would be between the small and tall girls. But as I noticed Erin, I realized, I hadn't seen many girls that were 5'6" with B-cup breasts. She had more hips and ass than a petite girl, but wasn't voluptuous like a bigger girl. Now as I watched her, trying to peek down her tanktop and catch glimpses of her underarm tuffs of sweet pubic hair, I realized that despite her glasses and nerdy science conversation, she was smoking hot. There was a sexuality in her plainness.
By the fourth round of mojitos, we'd checked out their animals and caught up on conversation about summer and they'd told all their funny stories about campers and kids that were a pain. So Erin suggested we play darts.
We went down to their basement that looked like it had once been a frat house. It had a home-made bar built out of 2x4s, a couple couches, a TV, heaps of laundry, and a dart board. I have never really played darts, if you can believe it. True. So the girls explained a simple style of game, basically the equivalent of a game of "horse" in basketball.
We played a first round and I realized that Erin loved darts. She was really good, and it brought out her competitive nature. We were all pretty happy by then, and laughing and teasing each other. It was clear that Erin was proud of how awesome she was at darts, and was getting a bit of an ego trip at how bad I was. I'd throw three and hit single numbers, once I got 21 total (almost impossible to score lower) and I yelled "Blackjack!"
"That's not the rules," she said. We began to fake argue about who knew the rules better, and I said since it's our game, we can make up any rules we want, we could even play strip darts, for example. She took the bait. She knew she was the best player by a long shot, and she had such a competitive streak, I think she wanted to put me in my place. People don't think of the smart geeky kids as being competitive like the jocks, but they are, and maybe even more so, because they have this drive to prove themselves, and it comes out in tests and grades, but rarely has a social outlet, so when you get a nerdy girl playing a game like darts, like Erin, she's suddenly in her element and ready to kick ass.
I knew I couldn't beat her, but as I was looking down her tank top, I'd seen that she wasn't wearing a bra. And as I tried to check out her shorts, I saw no traces of a panty line. In fact, once she bent over to put the gecko back in its cage, and I could see just the top of her butt crack, and no underwear visible. She'd kicked off her flip flops to play, and so I was hoping that only two pieces of clothes separated her from total nakedness. I had three pieces of cloths and my flip-flops.
So it was on. We were now playing strip darts. We'd each toss in turn and then lowest score would have to remove one piece of clothing.
I lost the first round, as expected, and stripped off my t-shirt. Then Anne lost, and removed a sandal. She lost again and was barefoot. And then I lost, and kicked off a flip flop. With each turn, Erin was soaring higher and higher on the adrenaline of winning. She loved writing down the numbers, adding them up. She loved that she was winning. So was so drunk on her success, though, that her throwing was getting more and more careless, or perhaps it was the fifth round of mojitos. Sixth? we'd lost track.
The next round I hit a couple lucky shots, and Anne lost. She stripped off her t-shirt. UNderneath she was wearing a sports bra.
Erin cheered and stepped up to the line, all smiles. She was aiming higher on the board, trying for triple points when one dart arced a little too high and hit a water pipe on the low basement ceiling. It made a loud ringing clang, which made us all bust into laughter. We were laughing so hard we were almost doubled over. She tried to argue that it was "interference" from the pipe, but Anne, not wanting to be the only girl removing clothes, made her stick to the rules.
So Erin, still radiating confidence, said fine, and peeled off her t-tank top. Just as I'd imagined, she had beautiful, perfectly shaped breasts that sat high and firm on her chest. I tried not to be too obviously as my eyes couldn't stay off of watching how she moved and how her breasts jiggled as she threw.
Anne, apparently rather drunk, lost again, peeled off her shorts to reveal some plain rainbow-stripped underwear. I lost again and was now down to my boxers. Anne actually was the most dressed of all of us with a top and bottom still. For Erin and I, the next turn would determine who would be naked first.
I stepped up and threw. As hard as I tried to aim, it wasn't a very spectacular throw. It added up to 45 or so, and could be beat with just one lucky triple 15 our higher.
Erin stepped up, a little wobbly, but smiling and confident. I couldn't imagine a more beautiful sight than erin wearing only shorts, barefoot and topless, with soft furry shins and little tufts of hair under her arms. I wanted to see the final hidden part, what I assumed would be a thick, dark, and naturally grown triangle between her legs.
She threw, hit a seven. Threw again, and hit a 15, but just missed the triple ring. She needed a really good hit for her final shot to win. She tossed, aiming for the bullseye, and it came up short, hitting a single number. She'd gotten 42. I wondered if it was the mojitos catching up with her, or if she was getting tired, or if, perhaps, in hindsight, so was so good, she aimed for a low score. Without protest, she quickly dropped her shorts and kicked them off to the side. She picked up her drink and walked over. "So, is that game?" she asked.
Anne agreed, probably not because she minded taking off her jogging bra, but more I think she was bored. She didn't like darts half as much as Erin, and since Erin had now lost, the competitive energy dissipated from the room and we were all suddenly pretty tired.
Erin picked up her shorts and tank top, but didn't put them back on. She just stood, naked in front of us, and I was so obviously taking her all in with my eyes. In fact, the only thing she wore was her nerdy glasses, and somehow that made it even sexier. She didn't seem to mind standing naked in front of me, and clearly must have been enjoying the attention.
"Well," she said, "you guys have fun, "I'm headed to bed." She turned and walked naked up the stairs. Anne and I got our clothes and slipped them back on. It was late. So I headed home. I'd go home with the final image of the night being the full view of Erin naked. She was then, and has been since, one of the hottest girls I've ever seen, for being so natural and comfortable in her own skin, her body and letting her hair be natural and free. It was an example I'd keep the rest of my life.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
THE GODFATHER
So I have no idea abotu the origins of this image. It looks like a movie set. Looks a lot like the godfather. It made me wonder what the story is in this image.
A powerful mafia boss sees a gorgeous woman in his casino. She is travelling with her husband, but the Don knows everyone has a price. He approaches the woman and offers her a sum of money to sleep with him. He offers to make it double if the husband watches.
So I have no idea abotu the origins of this image. It looks like a movie set. Looks a lot like the godfather. It made me wonder what the story is in this image.
A powerful mafia boss sees a gorgeous woman in his casino. She is travelling with her husband, but the Don knows everyone has a price. He approaches the woman and offers her a sum of money to sleep with him. He offers to make it double if the husband watches.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
DARE TO BARE
We were hanging out in the backyard, kicking back on the weekend, having a few drinks, and enjoying summer. She lay out on a towel, and was looking pretty sexy. As we were both enjoying a buzz, I complimented how her body looked in the sunlit and said it was too bad we weren't in Europe where she could sunbath topless without worrying about the neighbors. She seemed curious about this idea, and I could tell maybe a dare would encourage her. She stripped off her top and held it up for me to see that she was brave as any European woman, and just as proud to look sexy.
Friday, July 09, 2010
SUMMER FLING WITH EX-GIRLFRIEND
On of my favorite summer memories was when my high school girlfriend returned from college. We'd broken up in the fall to go to different schools, and explore our separate ways. I'd dated a couple girls, but was single when I came home. She'd met some guy, but apparently, it wasn't so serious. So soon as we were back in our hometown, we started hanging out again. And even though we weren't officially dating anymore, we were still totally attracted to each other. In fact, not dating meant we didn't need to break up again. We both knew the summer would end, and she would go back to that guy, or not. It was like getting to have a summer fling. Best summer of my life.
On of my favorite summer memories was when my high school girlfriend returned from college. We'd broken up in the fall to go to different schools, and explore our separate ways. I'd dated a couple girls, but was single when I came home. She'd met some guy, but apparently, it wasn't so serious. So soon as we were back in our hometown, we started hanging out again. And even though we weren't officially dating anymore, we were still totally attracted to each other. In fact, not dating meant we didn't need to break up again. We both knew the summer would end, and she would go back to that guy, or not. It was like getting to have a summer fling. Best summer of my life.
Thursday, July 08, 2010
Wednesday, July 07, 2010
Tuesday, July 06, 2010
FELIZ CUPLIANOS, FRIDA
Today is Frida Kahlo's birthday. She would have been 102 years old. She remains one of the greatest painters of all time by any measure: She changed painting as a Mexican, as a woman, and as a Modernist. She was famously married, divorced, and married to the great muralist, Diego Rivera. She was also noted for being the lover of men and women alike. including Leon Trotsky.
She was forced to spend most of her life in a body cast or corset due to a trolley accident she suffered in her teens years in Mexico City. She endured multiple painful surgeries on her spine, and suffered miscarriage.
Her painting endure as masterpieces in museums around the world surpassed only perhaps by the vitality and spirit that was her actual person.
Her last painting, Viva la Vida! Long live life.
Te amo, Frido.
Here she is, lovely, brave, and baring her body and soul, as photographed by New York art dealer, Julien Levy (1938):
Today is Frida Kahlo's birthday. She would have been 102 years old. She remains one of the greatest painters of all time by any measure: She changed painting as a Mexican, as a woman, and as a Modernist. She was famously married, divorced, and married to the great muralist, Diego Rivera. She was also noted for being the lover of men and women alike. including Leon Trotsky.She was forced to spend most of her life in a body cast or corset due to a trolley accident she suffered in her teens years in Mexico City. She endured multiple painful surgeries on her spine, and suffered miscarriage.
Her painting endure as masterpieces in museums around the world surpassed only perhaps by the vitality and spirit that was her actual person.
Her last painting, Viva la Vida! Long live life.
Te amo, Frido.
Here she is, lovely, brave, and baring her body and soul, as photographed by New York art dealer, Julien Levy (1938):
Monday, July 05, 2010
Saturday, July 03, 2010
Friday, July 02, 2010
SPREAD ON THE BED
She loved being spread eagle on the bed, bound, and then taken.
Studies in the U.S. have shown that about a half of all men and women find the idea of bondage to be erotic. As with any study of sexual thoughts and behavior, the available studies are not well controlled and the best studies are now out of date.
A study in 1983 reported that 11% of men and 17% of women reported trying bondage. Decades have passed, and since Mapelthorpe and Madonna, SM has become far more mainstream. Handcuffs at adult stores are as much "novelties" as "kink."
There's no doubt that the total number of married couples enjoying the occasional bondage session is much higher.
They just can't fill out surveys, because you could say, "there're all tied up."
She loved being spread eagle on the bed, bound, and then taken.
Studies in the U.S. have shown that about a half of all men and women find the idea of bondage to be erotic. As with any study of sexual thoughts and behavior, the available studies are not well controlled and the best studies are now out of date.
A study in 1983 reported that 11% of men and 17% of women reported trying bondage. Decades have passed, and since Mapelthorpe and Madonna, SM has become far more mainstream. Handcuffs at adult stores are as much "novelties" as "kink."
There's no doubt that the total number of married couples enjoying the occasional bondage session is much higher.
They just can't fill out surveys, because you could say, "there're all tied up."
Thursday, July 01, 2010
CAR CAMPING '57
They were young once, too. Teenagers. They threw a mattress into the back of their station wagon. Took it on road trips up HWY 1. Back then, it wasn't as crowded. You could find whole stretches of beach north of Big Sur that you could have all to yourself. When they found a good spot, sometimes they'd stay for a few days, and just hang out. Clothes weren't really necessary, until nightfall.
They were young once, too. Teenagers. They threw a mattress into the back of their station wagon. Took it on road trips up HWY 1. Back then, it wasn't as crowded. You could find whole stretches of beach north of Big Sur that you could have all to yourself. When they found a good spot, sometimes they'd stay for a few days, and just hang out. Clothes weren't really necessary, until nightfall.
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