Sexy Sexy

In case you're new here's a news flash about your hostess. I like kinky things.

And among those kinky things I have a interest in rope bondage. I don't do it but I am interested. And that is how I stumbled on Twisted Monk. He posted a video thingy he did with super diva Midori (on whom I've had a MAD crush on for a really long time). If you are not afraid of the bosses walking in I seriously recommend watching that video.

And as a super smooth segue I want to talk about fat and kink and art.

I look at a lot of fetish art. I like hot people in shiny clothes, I like people with tattoos and piercings, I like people trussed up in ropes, I like it. Now the unfortunate thing about this hobby of mine is that, after awhile the images just start all looking the same.

Now the very common aesthetic (and I am way generalizing here) is very similar to mainstream modeling. Tall, thin. Give or take some mohawks, pierced nipples and tattoos. Now there are some exceptions to the rule naturally but, the mainstream image of beauty prevails.

Frankly at least for me it gets old.

And honestly kind of disappointing after awhile. I recall when I first discovered fetish photography and alt porn what I found were people who looked, well different. There were some saggy boobs, saggy balls, cellulite, fat rolls, wrinkles, people of differing ages and physical appearances and that is what gives me the proverbial thrill.

When I started to collect these images I was pretty disappointed that the "higher quality" magazines etc all had such similar looks I got bored.

Lately I've kind of given up.

There are exceptions-

April Flores AKA Fatty D. Who I think is fucking sexy.

But come ON now man.

I have known a lot of kinky people in my life and what gets presented in Fetish media does not represent even half of them. And that bugs me.

If you're going to do something in a counter culture or "alt" scene fucking do it. Maybe I have off expectations but really. Is diversity beyond hair color and five pounds too much?

I used to read a popular fetish gossip site and as with so many other places if someone looked to be over a size 4 there were cries of "FAT FAT OMFG MY EYEEEEZ FAT" and while I expect that I still find it disappointing.

Maybe I grew up around "alt" people who had a slightly better grasp on actually being different rather than posing as different. I don't know. But my interest is waning rapidly.

I'm still a big fan of some photographers. Namely the brain trust behind Blueblood. Forrest Black and Amelia G. I have followed their careers and work for a long time. But at this point I would probably not pay to join any of their sites anymore. Not that I don't enjoy their photography, I do but a lot of the previews etc I see just don't give me that special tingle in the crotch related area of my brain. I do get an aesthetic tingle but the crotchal thrill is gone.

That makes me a little sad.

I have such a craving for visual stimulation it's ridiculous. But what does it for me is well beyond what's popular and around.

I guess what I'm trying so painfully to get at is I want to see the real.

I had a copy of this book that I cannot for the life of me remember the title and the photography just floored me. People of different ages, not smoothed out and photoshopped to look like Barbies with tattoos in latex. Wrinkly asses, wrinkly faces. Fat. Stretchmarks. Cellulite.

And the most beautiful thing, these expressions. I remember the last photo in the book was of this couple, I don't know how old they were at the time and they were celebrating their anniversary with the lady cutting/scarring her male partner. I remember her holding this bloody scalpel, her head thrown back and mouth wide open in what I interpreted as laughter.

She had wrinkles and saggy boobs and I was stunned and awed.

That is what I like.

I want to see the people I know are out there having a good goddamn time. I want to see something human beyond the model.

My usual response when I feel like this is to want to create what I can't find for myself. Fuck everyone else I will do my own thing.

In this case though I have neither the talent nor the means to and it's frustrating as hell.

I also don't expect people to alter their aesthetic choices because I'm bored. not at all. Rather what I'd like to see is someone with some balls and talent to explore this successfully without going into the whole, ZOMFG FATTY FETISH type thing.

If the whole Fat Fetish is your thing I don't care. What I am looking for is not, "oh look fat girls is pretty too maybe" but "damn that is a beautiful photo." Period.

If you can dig someone with eleventy billion body mods shoving a giant glass dildo in their asshole while wearing assless chaps striped socks and giving the finger, is it such a stretch to maybe dig someone with a lumpy butt, some wrinkles, stretch marks and saggy balls? Is it really?

No, you don't have to get all twittery in the pants about it, but would it be SO difficult to express appreciation for another human being while reserving whatever moral judgment you may attribute to their appearance?

Yeah probably it is.

I've not got my head that far up my butt. I know the above is probably asking too much of Joe Q Public. And that too makes me sad.

So some links.

I LOVE this shot.

I also love local shutterbug Malixe. There is such a realness to his photos that I don't see in a lot of other photographers work.

A lot of photographers get so into the smoothed out dream that the idea or hint of the real person gets lost. Which I understand sometimes is the point but meh, it just doesn't do it for me.

Which is why I get a TON more enjoyment out of non slick DIY or small production company porn. Which is why I like reading sex blogs because I like to see/experience the parts of the sex that aren't slick and BAM they are naked.

I like oops's. I like it when two people are so into what they are doing they fall down.

Or someone farts, or gets the giggles. Has butt hair and real boobies.

So if you want to turn me on, get my attention or otherwise cause some reaction in the crotch area of my brain give me real.

I realize this entry is probably all over the place because my neck really fucking hurts and so does my back.

Maybe one of these days I'll actually get around to arty shots of my own dimply stretchmarked self.

So fair warning. Someday you might come along wanting to read about sparkly eyeshadow and BAM there's a titty.

It could happen.

Okay I am not excited and I'm going to take some pills and walk around a little.

Homo Out.

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Whoosywhatsis?

Holy crap it's been a weird day at work.

Also the instant I woke up this morning my allergies were like, "OH HAY BITCH CHECK US OUT..." and then there was lots of snot and itching and whatnot so the Aromaleigh review is being pushed back until the weekend. I actually had to stop in the middle of running errands to go into Bartells to buy a single Claritan.

And I'm serious talked out so let's talk about clothes.

Despite my um...reservations I went ahead and made my first OOTD (outfit of the day) post at Fatshionista and I feel fine. I don't feel at all weird or like I'm inadvertently freaking other people out. I left it unfriendslocked. I'm hoping if I get snarked someone will tell me so I can go giggle. Or at least email me screencaps.

I don't mind being snarked because I dress funny sometimes.

In fact my outfit today baffled some people on my way to work. I will have Uniballer take a picture when I get home.

I am wearing my black and red tube socks of win (and of course my socks are pulled all the way up to my chubby lil knees because that's how I roll, I am firmly anti sock scrunching), a just knee length stretchy straight velvet skirt, my thin black hoody, black pin tucked shirt underneath. Neon but ruined make up. This outfit reminds me why I need a fucking plain black twill or similar material pencil skirt and that I will probably have to buy one full price from Torrid.

Okay so let's talk about socks. My calves though a little wee big for a lot of boots are not too big for most knee high socks. And okay, I fucking love socks. Socks fucking rule.

RULE.

My socks don't have to be fancy. However they do have to be tall. As often as I wear boots it's almost requisite that they reach my knees.

I really should have worn tights too. Goddamn it's windy out.

Anyway back to socks. Yes I am that frigging nerdy. And I am jonesing for new fancy socks. I am very into argyle, skulls and oddly (or not if you know me) glitter.

I am horribly fond of these broken bone socks. Also these Misfit branded monstrosities of overpricedness.

HOLD UP WAIT A MINUTE...

Sorry I had to shout but OMFG WANT. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAANT.

Someone please slap me before I buy these.



Oh holy WOW those are fucking adorable. I got all sidetracked.

Okay fair warning if you go to HowCool and you like funky shoes do not blame me when your wallet starts screaming in mercy. Actually I think it's really cool that they are still around. I remember when all they sold was stripper shoes, weird goth shoes and stripper outfits. They have tons of stuff there. I won't vouch for any plus size friendly anything because I haven't looked.

While I'm busy squee'ing I have to say that my giant purse that I call the TARDIS is probably going to be retired for the summer. That means purse shopping. Which can be frightening given Uniballer's serious hatred of animal print and my love of weird and tacky purses.

I know I'm kind of random right now.

And I totally forgot I even started this.

I got distracted by shiny things (nsfw exactly) like this skirt. That seller also has it in pink but that one doesn't really do it for me.

Actually I'm done for now. My brain is misfiring all over the place and if I keep trying to sound coherent I'll probably stroke out.

Homo Out.

Tags: fat fashion, fetish, clothing

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And more ruminations.

Since I've joined DA I've been doing a lot of looking around at art.

One thing that I find annoying is a certain angle in almost all the less arty more porny nudes.

It is the ass shot. Not just the ass shot because frankly I like naked ass but, it's the getting the model so her buttcheeks look like flattened sideways parenthesis, and there is a space that looks often big enough to jam your hand through between buttcheeks, crotch and upper thighs.

I know that there are many MANY nudie models who are just that thin however, I think this angle is just so weird I don't care to look at it. I dig looking at naked ass, I dig looking at naked lady parts but something about that angle squicks me out in a weird way I can't quite pin down.

I have a particular interest in edgy fetish photography and always have. And while cruising the fetish tag I keep seeing this angle. And I know how the angle is achieved, stand up with your feet positioned so (if possible, not real possible for me since I has big hams) your thighs barely touch, tilt your pelvis backwards, butt upwards and lean your torso forward. You may or may not have to hold your buttcheeks in a certain position. There you have it.

There is something profoundly disappointing for me in the area of fetish art. I think I've talked about it before but, it seems to me that fetish art is missing the vital and exciting part of more of the people who are actually into it. Despite what fetish oriented media might have you believe not all of those into the S&M and other fetishes are tall thin white women.

Frankly the constancy of these couple of looks is boring to me. Quite frankly I'd give a picture of my left tit for some pubes, some imperfections etc. As I was just saying to Uniballer-

Probably 90% of the "fetish" art I have seen in the last few years the physical standards except tats and whatnot, are pretty much exactly the same as regular porn.

It strikes me that something that is not supposed to be (at least ideologically) plugged into the mainstream still is mainlining the mainstream standards of beauty. Add some piercings, crazy hair or some shiny clothes and bam.

If I knew more about photography I would probably do some things to rectify the situation at least to make myself happy. Truth be told I think that if you want to see something make it, or play a part in making it. However it's difficult when you lack the actual talent to produce what you want to see.

My current problem is that I have shitloads of ideas but not quite the know how to execute them. Which is frustrating.

I still would love to make a little boot/big thigh fetish website. Why? Clearly because I have a boot fetish.

Also I like dressing up.

And did I mention how much I love boots?

And having boots as a possible business expense would probably make my decade.

I am still working on several things.

However the poetry book has been crossed off of the list of hustles because I"m going to offer the fucker for free.

And that's all for right now.

That fat news thing I'll talk about tomorrow after I go home tonight and read the Enquirer all about the "worse celebrity diets". I'm sure the prose will be riveting.

Homo Out.

And it might be fun.

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My ass says no.

So yesterday Monk posted about this evil looking butt toy. Okay I love toys that look very scary. But that thing made my poor wee ass say oh HELLZ no don't even consider it.

I'm talking instant pucker right up and never going to open again kind of instant reaction.

Not that I wouldn't like to watch it being used on someone. Actually I'd like that very much.

Something my sex life is missing in a big way is any way for me to indulge my voyeuristic side. Especially when it comes to kink. I LOVE watching a good scene. I don't even have to know the people although it's better if I do. I'm not entirely a voyeur though, if allowed (and oh how I LOVE being allowed) I have no issue helping.

Although usually my "helping" comes in the form of taunting the bottom, touching welts and scratches. Maybe leaning over for the occasional bite out of a particularly tasty looking heiney.

I have a weakness for a nice butt. I do. Especially a cute nekkid butt. I cannot help myself and when presented with one, I will bite it.

Which reminds me of someone I used to play with on occasion.

I had this Leather Daddy friend who had a whole pack of boys to play with. I met (to protect the depraved I will call him Daddy Baldy.) Daddy Badly at the Timberline years ago prior to their big move and subsequent closing. I met him because I saw him on the dancefloor, all hot burly and shirtless and he had these big gorgeous nipple rings and I wanted to touch them. SO I asked and spent a good part of that night tugging on them, tickling him and leaving kiss prints on his bald head.

So we ran into each other a lot after that and when he found I'm I liked the leather he invited me over to play with him and a couple of his not quite so entirely gay boys.

Good Lord.

Being given the run of his toys and boys I was in all sorts of heaven.

I spent quite a few evenings running around his house in booty shorts, cock and boots tormenting his boys. There was one in particular who had the proverbial badonkadonk. (I love that word by the way). I had the msot fun spanking him, and yes on more than one occasion leaving teeth marks in his cheeks.

I also spent a lot of time watching Daddy Baldy play with his boys. The best thing evar (and the first time I got explicitly invite to come play in a particular scene) he showed me all sorts of interesting things about boyholes that I never knew. He also showed me fun lube techniques and introduced me to the joy of getting a blow job.

I lost contact with Daddy Baldy and for a couple of years asked around about him. Turns out he was rarly if ever kinky in public, didn't really partake in the scene and wound up moving to fucking New York.

:( I was a sad sad beasty.

Something I find interesting about my travels in the kinky world is that a lot of the people I have known, learned from etc have been not in the scene so to speak. Thus, I don't really know anybody in the scene at all. It's a strange thing.

It makes me a little sad. Although I'm not as social as I could be frankly. Having no car and living in the hinterlands of Burien kind of precludes a lot of activities.

Maybe some day. I can hold out hope.

And fantasize about the off chance encounter.

Not much else in the news today sadly. I am kind of tired and my stomach is upset. Cookies were not a good treat today I think. So I'm off to maybe make a pot of coffee and see if I can't scare up something interesting to read.

So yeah. Goodnight.

Homo Out.

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