Flapper Friday!

A nice way to round out the week...

Making A Home XXX Movie

The invention of the digital camcorder. Quite possibly the single most influential invention that has shaped how we see, and even practice sexuality in the last 25 years.

Powerful, affordable, any couple can buy a digital camcorder, charge up the battery, and power it on. That's all that's needed to instantly become a porn starlet and porn director. 

Who hasn't made their own DIY porn film? 

Some couples flip on the camera simply for fun at the spur of the moment, others put a lot of thought into outfits, lighting, and locations. 

Some DIY films are intended only for the eyes of the couple, to be enjoyed in the privacy of their own home. However, with digital technology becoming as simple as shoot and upload, more and more couples are taking that scintillating step into self-distribution. A 21st Century stage where they can transmit their sexy image to millions of anonymous strangers via the internet. They can upload whatever they want, share what they want to share, and know that somewhere in another part of the world someone is seeing them, getting turned on.

Even the shyest--(or perhaps especially the shyest)--get a moment to be a star.

We'd love to hear your stories of the times you've made your own home XXX movie.

Tender Moment

I find this such a beautiful image, perfectly capturing a beautiful moment.

My New Crush

I recently came across the personal tumblr of Heather, and let me tell you: girl crush!

This lovely young woman is one of the most prolific--and artistic--practitioners of the self-snap. These days, there must be what.... 89 billion digital images taken by women pointing cameras, cel phones, or computer cameras at themselves? Seriously.

So, amidst all of the gazillions of self-shots in the world, I honestly think Heather has taken some of the very very best. She has such an eye for composition and style.

I hope you enjoy as much as I have.

After Shower Flash

She returned from the shower wearing only her towel. He said, "Hey, give me a little flash."

She indulged him.

Alone Time, With Favorite Toy and A Good Magazine

Side Boob Weather

Warmer weather means more side boob. Gotta love it.

Dora Yoder, Self Portrait

Not only does Dora Yoder look amazing through the lens of professional photographers, but her self portraits are equally amazing. Maybe even more so.

Wife Wears No Panties, And Proves It!

Always a great day to go out in a thin dress, no underwear. 

Nettie, Margethe, and Weston

Nettie Harris by Clay Lipsky

Here's another photo of one of my favorite contemporary models, Nettie Harris. This photo is by Clay Lipsky. It reminds me of the photos Edward Weston took of Margrethe Mather in the 1920s.

At the time, Weston had devote his career to photography. He'd built a small studio in his backyard, and hung out his shingle as a portrait photographer for hire. His portraits would begin to earn him more clients and a reputation as an emerging talent, but Weston never really truly enjoyed them. For him they were commercial work, not art. His true heart was in artistic photography. 

Already, he began to master the dreamy, soft-tone style of the Pictorialists. He'd met Margrethe Mather, who he found bohemian and beguiling. She introduced Weston to artists, and inspired him to follow his artistic dreams. Many art critics have suggested that it was Margrethe who exposed Weston to an Asian influence, specifically a Japanese Zen style, and the famous woodblocks. But regardless of who first introduced it to who, they both, together, explored the aesthetic, as can be seen in Weston's nudes of Margrethe in his studio.

Weston and Mather became intimate, though the relationship was short and intense. Some say Magrethe was more into women at the time, and the sexual relationship to the married Weston, more out of creative affinity than romantic love.

They made one short trip out to the coast, to Redondo beach in LA. There, they made a short series of nudes in the sand. These are some of Weston's least known nudes--but they truly would begin a life-long theme for Weston of outdoor nudes, and in many ways be the forerunners of what are considered perhaps his most iconic nudes of his career: the Oceano Dunes nude session with Charis Wilson in 1934.

Shortly after Weston and Margrethe took their first, and only outdoor nudes at Redondo Beach, they broke up. Weston wanted to head to Mexico, where there was a vibrant, revolutionary art scene, including the likes of Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo. 

But while they were still together, and still very much in the fiery transfixed moment of two artists engaged in the beginnings of promising artistic careers, their friend (who was then and remains one of the greatest photographers of all time, Imogen Cunningham), took their photo, perfectly capturing the essence of their shared artistic passion.

Margrethe Mather by Edward Weston, 1923 (In his studio in Glendale, Ca.)

Margrethe Mather by Edward Weston, 1923 (In his studio in Glendale, Ca.)

Margrethe Mather by Edward Weston, 1923 (At Redondo Beach, Ca.)

Margrethe Mather and Edward Weston, 1923 (by their friend Imogen Cunningham)

Tribute to Memorial Day! And Introducing to Motorcycle Monday

Well, it's Memorial Day and for us Americans, that means barbecue, beer, and getting together with family and friends. 

It's the kick-off to summer. For motorcycle enthusiasts in the more northern areas--New England, the Great Lakes, the Rockies, and the rainy NW... Memorial Day brings the promise of riding weather. 

It's time to dust off the choppers, baggers, customs, Sportsters, Cafe Racers, and even scooters. Give 'em a good wash, change out the fluids, check the tire pressure, and get those v-twins fired up.

Oh yeah, and while you're at it. Ask your favorite riding partner to strike a pose on your ride and send it to us at sexysexblog@ gmail.

Just for this summer, we're kicking off a fun new feature to inspire the start of your work week: Motorcycle Monday.

Here's to freedom, and those who sacrificed so we could enjoy it today. Both of my Grandfathers fought in WWII, just ages 17 and 18. This is what they were fighting for: the girl they left behind. The woman they would marry and raise a family. And that family would have a family. Like me. 

A lot of their buddies never came home. Today we remember. 

Marge Monday: Young and Frisky

When Homer and Marge were newly married, he'd come home from his new job at the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant, and plop onto the couch, ready to numb his brain with TV a beer.

Marge, who had been home all day, had other plans. She couldn't wait to greet him after work!

Femme Ex Machina

I don't know who she is, but she sure takes lovely self-snaps.

My Personal Time Machine, destination #427

If I had a personal time machine, one place I'd like to visit is Debbie Harry circa late 70s, at Camp FunTime.

Second Photo Session, The Sexy Isabel

Last week, our Dear Readers seemed to really enjoy hearing about and seeing the results of Isabel's first photo shoot.

We couldn't be happier to be able to share with you, our Dear Readers, an update. The photo shoot "It was done at home with at the spur of the moment with little prep," our Dear Submitter had written. "She was shy at first then relaxed and really went for it."

It seems she so enjoyed the first photo session, that the two lovers have posed once again. We have the honor to share with you.

Enjoy! (We sure did.) And if you like photos from the sexy Isabel, be sure to leave sexy comments.

Posing Outdoors with Vintage Motorcycle

Youth is Cruel

  Now that lilacs are in bloom
She has a bowl of lilacs in her room
And twists one in her fingers as she talks.
'Ah my friend, you do not know, you do not know
What life is, you who hold it in your hands';
(Slowly twisting the lilac stalks)
You let it flow from you, you let it flow,
And youth is cruel, and has no remorse
and smiles at situations it cannot see.'

                           --TS Eliot, Portrait of a Lady.



I have always loved, and puzzled over this passage. And questioned it. I don't know what Eliot means about youth having no remorse. Mine is defined by remorse.

When I was in high school, I lost a grandfather to cancer; in college I lost my other grandfather. Also to cancer. Their lost was devastating, and far too soon. But still, as much as I mourn them even today, there is something we have to accept about losing grandparents.

Both of my grandfathers had served in WWII, married, raised their children, had careers. Losing them to cancer too soon was hard for us all; cancer is an ugly evil force that carves a person hollow from the inside. But if there is any consolation, it is in the fact that these men led full lives, accomplished great things, and left a legacy.

Yet, when I was in high school, one of my friends was killed in a car crash. In college, a best friend drowned. There is something impossible to accept about someone dying in the prime of their life, not yet realizing their potential. My friends who died ages 18 and 20, respectively, never had that chance.

Looking back at life, age 18-25, it's a series of small apartments, leaky windows caked with lead paint. French press coffee, books, bookshelves made from 2x6s and cinder blocks. Old worn wood floors and sunlight coming in. Lovers half dressed sipping morning coffee, faces pillow-creased, hair bed tossled. Our skin, salty and smelling musky with sleep and last night's sex.

Some lovers were profound, some more fleeting. Yet all a sum of those days, now dreamy and sunkissed by the Kodachrome of nostalgia.

Having loved photography since high school, I always had a camera. I'd document these moments. There are a few I can recall even today of lovers relaxing on the mattress on the floor. Sipping coffee. Giving that smirk that lovers do when the other has just pointed a camera at them. It's a moment of: I look like crap, I can't believe you're taking my picture, but ok...I trust you...I have nothing to hide...this is me, and this is us right now. It's a perfect moment, perfectly captured.

I had a few snapshots from a summer where I lived in a funky little apartment above a beauty salon, and a whole roll of film from an attic apartment of an old bungalow near college campus. At some point after college, I pulled out all these photos. I thought: What if I meet my future spouse and have all these old photos of old loves? Wouldn't that instantly create a fight? Could it even potentially ruin it? And deeper questions like: Why do I hang onto these? I'll never be that person again. Those people are not the same--they've moved on. Why can't the past be allowed to fade away? Why do I need a small 4x6 glossy image to prove that we were once young and in love?

When you're young, consequences aren't always obvious. Life feels perpetually renewable. Youth smiles at situations it cannot see.

One night--I still remember vividly--a rainy, melancholy night beside a fire, buzzed on red wine, I decided to have a symbolic letting go of lost loves, and move forward into my future. It seemed like a poetic gesture at the time. Perhaps it was the wine, or the patter of rain on the tin roof of the old cabin.

I was alone, lonely, and sad that the beautiful moments of my past would be forever gone. The only way I felt I could make room for new moments was to ritualistically purge the old. Fire is the destroyer and bringer of new life in a forest. And so--fatefully--I cast all my old photos into the woodstove.

In an instant, they flickered, turned bright yellow, and then to grey ash.

It felt, at the time, the right thing to do. In hindsight, I miss those photos. Even though they represented a past I could never go back to, they were in themselves significant. They were the record of those moments--and in their own way told the story that only they could.

TS Eliot was wrong: youth has remorse. I regret burning those photos.

One of our Dear Readers, "Debbie's Boyfriend," recently wrote in and shared his own photos. If you are a Dear Reader of SexySex Blog, you may recognize that "Debbie's Boyfriend" is a long-time commenter on our site.

I'd always wondered why he picked the monicker of "Debbie's Boyfriend." Recently, he shared with me that Debbie was his first true love, and that she died young.

Then I understood: she will always be part of who he is, and because of that, she is in a way, still his girlfriend--living in the way the dead live with us--spirits within our spirits, informing us how to love, how to be loved.

Unlike me, Debbie's Boyfriend didn't foolishly burn the snapshots of his past.

Luckily for us, he shared a few beautiful moment from his past. These are moments--perhaps taken the same day, or perhaps different days. It's more than just a frozen moment in the past. They are the spirit of youth, and, I hope, a moment captured in time, and a moment that carries forward today.

Sunlight Catches her Eye

A beautiful moment of a beautiful girl.

Flapper Friday

Reading a letter (maybe from a lover).

Bedspread

Patchwork quilts used to be more common. Kinda miss those days... wouldn't you?

A Good Way to Start the Day

Retro Threesome

My Thoughts Turn To Summer

Sometimes we get springs days as warm as summer. Recently, I went to our local "clothing optional" beach with a book and my old yellow blanket.

I opted for my clothing option, and took off my bikini top, and slipped the knots of my bikini bottoms.

Stretched out, soaking up sun, I decided to snap a photo, so I could remember this beautiful day: The simple things that make life a thrill.

Slow Ride

I love a slow ride, stretching my hands up over my head. I know he likes to watch me like this, seeing my full breasts, my exposed underarms. He holds me at the waist. I roll my hips. We are in no hurry. 

Jam Session With Sasha

Girl-nextdoor comes over for a little basement jam session... 

Radient Redhead, Naturally

Dani Daniels

A while back, we wrote a post about the totally shaved look--which has has been synonymous with porn for at least the last ten years--and wondered if perhaps after so long, the trend could be shifting back to a more natural look. 

Porn stars Sasha Grey and Lexi Belle were two super stars who bucked the completely "bare-down-there" look by sporting the triangular trimmed look. We wondered if they were outliers or if, perhaps, they were just early indicators that the natural look was regaining popularity. 

Perhaps our hunch was right. One of the newest stars of porn has often proudly let her nether region go natural. We especially love her self snaps that she posts on her blog.