November 5, 2009
pornografik:

Photograph by Bernard Bertrand.

pornografik:

Photograph by Bernard Bertrand.

pornografik:

No extra fat or cellulite.  This is what the female figure is supposed to look like.

No, actually that’s just what mainstrean media feeds you full of so that you think it’s an actual opinion that comes from within you. Wise up and take a history class. That’s what the female figure might look like, if you’re naturally really slim, or spend your life on a diet. Jeez, comments like that really makes me love men who truly loves women and the female form so much more. The purpose of diversity is revelry. And no, I’m not even fat and bitter, sorry ;)

pornografik:

No extra fat or cellulite.  This is what the female figure is supposed to look like.

No, actually that’s just what mainstrean media feeds you full of so that you think it’s an actual opinion that comes from within you. Wise up and take a history class. That’s what the female figure might look like, if you’re naturally really slim, or spend your life on a diet. Jeez, comments like that really makes me love men who truly loves women and the female form so much more. The purpose of diversity is revelry. And no, I’m not even fat and bitter, sorry ;)

(via allinone)
Source?

(via allinone)

Source?

Coworking

nightmarebrunette:

I’d met her only once before, for tea in public after an email correspondence. She had hummingbird energy, flightiness tempered by friendliness. She was looking at books on erectile dysfunction since so many of her clients were “mature.”

We met before the appointment to calm her nerves; she’d never been with a woman before. Luckily, my client didn’t require much of us. The bulk of our non-talking time was spent prancing and posing and admiring each others’ bodies on his cue.

The only truly interesting moment of the whole morning occurred as she kneeled in front of me on the bed, legs spread, and I stroked her very gently with the long end of the Feeldoe. The client sidled up beside her and put two fingers on her clit. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against his, slowly lolling it there. Only seconds later, she barely whispered “I’m coming” and then she did, quietly. Just before her very slight shudders, her labia swelled and bowed open like a flower unfurling in a hyper speed time-elapse videos.

I’ve never seen a more beautiful orgasm in my life. I wanted to tell her how sexy it was but I didn’t want to make her self-conscious. We exchanged our real contact information and said goodbye in the lobby, each of us reaching out a tentative arm towards the other as though we would touch but instead dropping our hands by our sides.

(via thepulpgirls)
Looks like my man should be somewhere around…shirtless. Sweet!

(via thepulpgirls)

Looks like my man should be somewhere around…shirtless. Sweet!

wurzeltod:

Drone (graphite & coloured pencil), Study 3 (graphite) and Power (oil on canvas) by C3 a. k. a. Christopher C. Curtis

Currently on show at Shooting Gallery SF.

carnalknowledge:mills:


Ernest Belloch Photographing a Prostitute, George Schmidt.
When Abby was last in town, she, Will, and I visited the gallery of George Schmidt, a New Orleans artist, to deliver a canvas stretcher. He treated us to a polymathic and monological tour de force as we wandered around his building, discussing the very high and the very low with equal enthusiasm. He laughed at his own constant and usually ribald jokes while showing us a work in progress I’d give my car for.
The painting above is of a man more commonly known as E. J. Bellocq, well-known for his photographs of prostitutes in Storyville, a district in which New Orleans legalized prostitution from 1897 through 1917 (as is always the case, the goddamn Feds eventually interfered for their own selfish reasons).
His photographs are amazing; this is from 1912:

Bellocq and Schmidt are both part of and concerned with the idiosyncratic and unusual side of New Orleans that is inimitable; Schmidt’s current painting treats in a manner both comic and reverential -the archetypal New Orleans Catholic stance- of the city’s four holy figures in a scene I can scarcely describe. Hopefully I’ll be able to share more on both of them in the future.

carnalknowledge:mills:

Ernest Belloch Photographing a Prostitute, George Schmidt.

When Abby was last in town, she, Will, and I visited the gallery of George Schmidt, a New Orleans artist, to deliver a canvas stretcher. He treated us to a polymathic and monological tour de force as we wandered around his building, discussing the very high and the very low with equal enthusiasm. He laughed at his own constant and usually ribald jokes while showing us a work in progress I’d give my car for.

The painting above is of a man more commonly known as E. J. Bellocq, well-known for his photographs of prostitutes in Storyville, a district in which New Orleans legalized prostitution from 1897 through 1917 (as is always the case, the goddamn Feds eventually interfered for their own selfish reasons).

His photographs are amazing; this is from 1912:

Bellocq and Schmidt are both part of and concerned with the idiosyncratic and unusual side of New Orleans that is inimitable; Schmidt’s current painting treats in a manner both comic and reverential -the archetypal New Orleans Catholic stance- of the city’s four holy figures in a scene I can scarcely describe. Hopefully I’ll be able to share more on both of them in the future.