Confession: Exposure
Sunday, November 30, 2008

The thing about blogging is, you don't really know who's reading it unless they tell you. Normally that doesn't bother me.

There are three people who know me in the "real world" who know about this blog. In some ways, that seems like a lot. My beloved's job would be jeopardized if her employer knew about this. Guilt by association, and all that.

On the other hand, to my knowledge she's never read it. Not that I haven't asked her to, I have. It frustrates me no end.

On the other other hand, she has a blog of her own. Welcome to adult education in the 21st century: It's how she turned in her assignments. It terrified her every time she posted anything, because the nature of the internet is that anyone could see it.

Obviously, given some of the images of myself I've posted, that doesn't bother me so much. But because of that, I know that if she had looked at this blog even once, I would have heard about it.

So. Let's assume that she doesn't really know what I post here. Say she takes a notion to visit one day and finds her husband nekkid on the internet. How should she feel about that?

Posted by Regin at 11/30/2008 11:33:00 PM 0 comments    

Labels: about me, nekkid

Bathing in the Precious Angel Light
Sunday, November 23, 2008

Mark Milke of the Calgary Herald writes,

I wonder why we don't also do more within our cities to snub the frosty season.

The same question--why don't we make our urban centres an oasis from winter's chills--occurred to me while I lived in Japan.

There, over the course of two years, I took in a variety of "onsens." They're the Japanese equivalent of our hot tubs, except that the Japanese have them everywhere and their onsens are usually larger and more pleasant. They're never as institutional as our poolside hot tubs with the ever-present, annoying, glaring fluorescent lights.

Sadly, Milke's article does not have pictures -- at least not online -- but a quick scurry to Flickr and a search for images tagged "onsen" is, as you see, rewarding.

The Japanese have the right idea here. If I'm ever wealthy, my next house will have an onsen. I may never leave it.

Posted by Regin at 11/23/2008 05:33:00 PM 0 comments    

Labels: Japan

Confession: Showers of gold
Sunday, November 16, 2008

Last week, The Beautiful Kind shared the story of having crossed one thing off her to-do list: She peed on a friend, who happily swallowed as much of it as he could.

“Was it everything you hoped for?” I asked.

“Your goddess nectar was delicious!” he exclaimed.

Earlier today -- scant minutes ago, in fact -- she described an incident where after a playful dare, the man she calls Beast peed on her in the shower.

Tiny drops splash in my mouth. I don’t mind at all. Strangely, it feels almost… affectionate. And it tastes like mead.

I expected to be creeped out by this, but I wasn't. In fact, I found it... sweet.

So. Baby steps. Time to find out what piss tastes like. Not difficult to do: Why, look, there's an empty V8 bottle on the desk, I'll just rinse it out, and fill it up, and there it will be.

Posted by Regin at 11/16/2008 04:18:00 PM 0 comments    

Labels: about me, TMI

Weekend distraction
Saturday, November 15, 2008

There is more beauty in the world than time to admire it. Why waste time on nonessentials?

Posted by Regin at 11/15/2008 09:53:00 PM 0 comments    

Labels: Flickr

Weekend distraction
Saturday, November 08, 2008

Spectacular edgelighting brings out the lines and curves that cause men's hearts to skip beats.

Posted by Regin at 11/08/2008 07:13:00 PM 0 comments    

Labels: Flickr

Hvar, if you dare
Friday, November 07, 2008

Hvar is an island just off the coast of Croatia, known as a luxury vacation spot. Molly Newborn went there in search of secluded beaches.

[The hostel manager] circled a few [islets], mentioning that those were the ones I might enjoy. “What about the others?” I asked. “They are all nice,” she explained, “but I suggest these.” ...I didn’t look at the map the hostel manager had given me, circling the islands I should visit. Instead, I decided to do my own thing.

Now, is your spidey-sense tingling? What's the worst you can imagine happening to a young woman traveling alone in an unfamiliar country, where she does not speak the local language? Having said that, I'll reassure you that nothing terribly traumatic happens to her. She did, after all, get back to the Senior Times to write this travelogue.

The first islet we docked at was Jerolim. It looked lovely, small with large rocks to bask on and enjoy the pleasant seas. Perfect, I thought. I paid the taxi driver, hopped off, found the perfect rock with the most perfect view, laid down on my towel and proceeded to immerse myself in my book.

Now, here she is, halfway across the planet from her home (she's Canadian), surrounded by some of the most beautiful scenery said planet has to offer, and she's reading a book she probably brought from home. Does this seem a little odd to you?

But, speaking of scenery...

Five minutes into my book I realized others had discovered my rocky shore and planted themselves on the rocks. I almost had a heart attack when I realized they were all naked! I had stumbled upon the “nudists” islet. Not that there is anything wrong with hanging on the beach in your birthday suit, but this certainly was not for me. I quickly gathered up my belongings and headed straight back to the dock to catch the next taxi-boat.

The second island she tried was full of nekkid people as well, so she gave up and went back to the mainland.

Why didn’t the taxi-boat driver say anything as I left the boat? They just let me wander onto the naked island!

Didn't your hostel manager try to tell you which islands to visit? Do you suppose there was a reason? Where do you think you are, Euro Disneyland? You're an adult; if you say "I want to go there," they're going to assume you know what you're doing and take you there. Europeans generally have a more relaxed attitude toward casual, non-sexual nudity than we socially-constipated north americans. 

Posted by Regin at 11/07/2008 10:25:00 PM 2 comments    

Labels: nudity

Now is a good time
Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Posted by Regin at 11/04/2008 12:37:00 PM 0 comments    

Labels: activism, pin-up