TMI Tuesday #213 - Savage Edition
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
I don't disapprove.
For myself, the fantasy of polyamory is powerfully attractive. On further examination, the fantasy is less true polyamory than it is polygyny. That is, I seem to be thoroughly heterosexual. I can easily imagine myself in a household with more than one woman, but I can't imagine feeling sufficiently intimate with any other man to allow him into my bedroom. (See also "harem". When we were dating, the Lady of the house used to tell me I needed a harem. At the time, I thought it was flattering. I'm wishing now that I had thought through the full ramifications of it.)
a. Drinking. I don't drink, not even beer. I have no moral objection to it, I just dislike the taste and smell of alcohol, and I've never met anyone whose personality it improves. (Same goes for any self-prescribed psychoactive drug, legal or not.)
b. Smoking. This is even less pleasant to be around than drinking, in addition to being self-destructive.
c. In fact, I have little tolerance for self-destructive behavior of any kind, or self-mutilation. (I may have an overly strict definition of what constitutes self-mutilation.)
d. Sharp, if nerd-like, intelligence. Gotta have it.
e. Although I wouldn't call "low libido" a deal-breaker, I wish like hell there were some objective way to test for it.
Not long. The Lady and I met in junior college (although it was actually her senior year in high school). She differed in a number of ways from the kind of girl I thought I would be attracted to, but once I met her none of those ways mattered.
I don't insist on knowing everything, although I'll gladly listen to anything she wants to share. Conversely, I'll gladly share anything she wants to know about, but I don't feel obligated to force it on her.
Oh, yes. The one that still haunts me was shortly after the birth of our first child. She badly needed to nurse, but the child was full and asleep. (The discomfort of being overfull of milk is something we men can only imagine.) She had a breast pump, but apparently "user comfort" wasn't on the list the designers worked from. She asked me to suckle her, something I would have leapt to do if she weren't lactating, but somehow I couldn't bring myself to do it now.
If I could go back, I'd slap myself.
Happy TMI Tuesday!
Posted by Regin at 11/24/2009 12:05:00 AM 0 comments
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HNT :: Nobody home
Thursday, November 19, 2009
So, I had just spent an hour or so failing to get a broken laptop repaired at the nearby computer store. As I left the store, I noticed - again - the darkened building that once housed a multiplex movie theater. Why should the evening be a total loss?
I drove around behind the theater and parked, then waited. I wanted to see if the area really was as deserted as it appeared before I did anything really stupid.
As I waited in the dark, I hit the switch that would keep the van's dome light off even if I opened the door. I moved to the back seat and mounted my camera on its tripod, then wedged the tripod between the passenger seat and the door, facing out through the window.
Before long I was down to my birthday suit and opening the door. I never get tired of the cool evening air on my entire body. My bare feet touched the parking lot. I took a few tentative steps away from the van, looking and listening for unexpected company. There was none.
One of the disadvantages of this particular model camera is that I have to reset the remote timer for each shot. I can't just set it to auto-shoot indefinitely. Nor does it work with a remote shutter release. This makes it almost impossible to get really comfortable shooting myself, as I have to set the timer, pose, set the timer, pose, set the timer, pose...
Before I've consciously made the decision to do so, my hand finds its way down and begins to move, and my eyes glaze over. I come back to myself when the camera's shutter makes its distinctive sound.
I'm never going to get a money shot at this rate, I think. The timer has a maximum delay of twenty seconds, and that's not long enough to me to go from full stop to the finish line. But remembering and repeating the keystrokes necessary to reset the timer brings me back to very near a full stop.
After several cycles of this, I can feel my self-control starting to go. The camera has once again begun its warning beep: I realize, again, that the shutter will trip before I am finished. But not by much...
The hell with it, I decide, with my last semi-rational thought. This image was captured a few uncountable moments after reason had fled, as one desire consumed me.
Happy HNT!
Posted by Regin at 11/19/2009 01:47:00 AM 1 comments
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TMI Tuesday #212
Monday, November 16, 2009
Posted by Regin at 11/16/2009 11:55:00 PM 0 comments
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boobdeer!
I saw another picture of the lovely lady on Hawtness.com, but I followed the comments back to the original source on Flickr just because I didn't want to be the thousand-and-first person to run that same photo. Do you believe this has been sitting quietly in the photostream since Christmas 2007?
On behalf of men everywhere, I just want to say thanks to the photographer and the subject.
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Posted by Regin at 11/16/2009 01:20:00 PM 0 comments
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HNT :: An evening out
Thursday, November 12, 2009
I had more planned for this week, but I lost the text file and I don't have time to recreate it now. In the image I'd intended to use, the flash worked.
As fate would have it, though, you can better see where I am in this version. The white streak at upper left is I-85. directly behind me is, if memory serves, a miniature golf facility with a big pirate ship in the middle, and behind that an extended stay hotel. To the right is an out-of-business multiplex theater.
Yes, I am outside, in the parking lot behind the multiplex. I set the camera's timer, walked away until I heard the distinctive *beep* that means it's about to take the photo, then turned around and kneeled. That put me about five or six yards from my car. And yes, I am, er, at least half nekkid.
Maybe next week the flash will work.
Happy HNT!
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Posted by Regin at 11/12/2009 09:18:00 AM 4 comments
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Caught between red and blue
Monday, November 09, 2009
I love this. It seems almost unreal. The model's shape is defined by the horizon line between the two key lights.
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Posted by Regin at 11/09/2009 01:42:00 PM 0 comments
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HNT :: Dorsal orange
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Sex is orange. I know this makes no sense. Orange is the color I see when I close my eyes during sex.
I wonder if this would make a good page header photo.
Happy HNT!
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Posted by Regin at 11/05/2009 01:45:00 AM 4 comments
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Oh, no
Friday, October 30, 2009
I ran out of time and never did a Half Nekkid Thursday post this week!
And I don't have time to do one now!
Now I have to decide whether to do a late entry, or delay gratification until next week. I may have another usable shot from the session that produced that Cocktoberfest image, if I can convince myself anyone would be interested in that...
Posted by Regin at 10/30/2009 11:16:00 AM 0 comments
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Thread in the tapestry
Monday, October 26, 2009
I have a story to tell about the Lady of the house and I, from when we were in college. It's not a very complex story, little more than an image in my head, a moment in time.
The photograph accompanying is not it. We're old, but not that old. You try searching for a picture of a woman typing who happens to be naked, and see what you get.
I would have given a lot to have had a camera, but digital cameras did not exist yet, and no drugstore would have processed that picture.
It would have been spring 1974, or perhaps as early as fall 1973. I suck at dates. I can narrow it down to a school year because I remember the dorm I was in.
I know it was a Saturday, because my beloved would not have been in my dorm on any other day. (Her college was a couple of hours' drive from mine, so a weeknight visit was out of the question.)
We had just had sex in the wholly inadequate twin bed. Only desperate young hormones could love sex in a dorm bed. But, what the hell, it was sex, right?
She had a term paper due, for which she had a handwritten draft. I owwned a typewriter: She didn't. (Again, this was before anyone had put the words "personal" and "computer" in the same sentence.) Would I mind if she typed up the report while she was here? No, of course not.
This is how it came to be that I was relaxing on the aforementioned twin bed watching her type stark naked. It felt like a very grown-up moment: See, here we are, we don't have to spend every moment fucking, we can do other things together.
Yeah, right. She was doing an other thing. I was watching the play of the muscles in her back and arms and the jiggle of the various jigglicious fleshy bits. For once, I was able to look at, stare at and study a naked woman to my heart's content. I never get tired of that.
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Posted by Regin at 10/26/2009 10:01:00 AM 0 comments
HNT :: Hangin' out
Thursday, October 22, 2009
I pick up the phone on the second ring. I hear her voice before I speak: she's conversing with someone at work.
"Hello."
"Just a second," she says to her friend, then: "Hi, it's me. What are you doing?"
"Right now? Right now I'm just sitting here naked wishing you were here."
"Oh, really?" I can hear the surprise in her voice. She must be glancing at her friend nervously. "Have you, er, picked up our son from school yet?"
"It's a little early yet. Check your clock. Besides, I wouldn't want to shock him. Or gross him out. You know how kids can be about naked parents."
"Right. I just wanted to remind you..."
"...That you wanted us to meet you at work after school. I remember. I guess I should put on some clothes first."
"I think that would be wise," she smirked.
Happy HNT, everyone.
Posted by Regin at 10/22/2009 02:51:00 PM 2 comments
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Quips and Chains – Queer Fetish Pic of the Week
Monday, October 19, 2009
Quips and Chains – Queer Fetish Pic of the Week
Note: This is not me. Although God knows if I could do this, I would. Hell, I might never leave the house.
I don’t get how this is labeled a specifically queer fetish pic. At least Wikipedia disagrees.
[See also AltPenis: If you want something done right…]
Posted by Regin at 10/19/2009 03:27:00 PM 1 comments
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