Day 54 (12/29/09): Chopsticks & Cape Codders

Since I have the week between Christmas and New Years off, I picked up a couple guest bartending shifts at a few bars to recoup from my holiday spendings. And I will say this about the season, it makes the bars unusually crowded on a Tuesday night. But I was doing God’s work, I was helping to push along the holiday suicides. This is how I came to met Carol. Carol’s a waitress at a bar/restaurant I picked up a few shifts because I was friends of friends of the owner and they needed somebody.  Quite frankly, I could see why other people can’t stand Carol, as the other bartenders gave me the immediate heads up. Carol would pester me for her drinks while I was taking care of my half of the bar…and she was impatient about it. Of course, this forced my hand into making her customer’s drinks stronger than they should have been, as to cut down on the time between their drink requests, while I was handling my own customers.  Eventually we developed a sort of banter, and a sort of playful pushing/shoving of each other. She kept insisting that she didn’t have to take me seriously, as I wasn’t sticking around. And I told her that I didn’t have to worry about pissing her off, for the exact same reason.

Carol and I shared a sparse, awkward dinner together. We made chit chat over Chinese food. I made her a cape codder, and served myself a beer while we ate at the far end of the bar while we waited for last call. It hit me that I didn’t even ask her age until after serving her her drink, but I honestly didn’t even bother to care. I vaguely recalled her talking about applying to grad school…and I was correct as she had just turned twenty one.   Most of the dialogue contained joking wise-assness, and talks of her being on my hit list. She talked about wanting to be a nurse, and I pretended to pay close attention. I was distracted. Visions of not quite sugar plums were dancing around in my head. I thought about other girls, and I picked apart her facial jewelry.

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Nude Photo Of Carla Bruni Up For Auction

A nude portrait of French President Nicolas Sarkozy’s wife Carla Bruni will go under the hammer in New York next month, according to auctioneers Christie’s.

The 13 x 10 1/8 inch gelatin silver black and white photograph was taken in 1993, when Bruni was one of the world’s top fashion models, and is being sold by art collector Gert Elfering.

It is expected to fetch $3,000 to $4,000 when it is sold in New York on April 10, according to the Christie’s web site.

Sarkozy married Bruni, 40, in February after a whirlwind romance that began shortly after his divorce from his second wife Cecilia.

Their relationship has coincided with a sharp fall in Sarkozy’s approval ratings which have tumbled as voters judged that the president’s glitzy lifestyle jarred with his responsibilities and status as head of state.

Sarkozy and his new wife are due to pay a state visit to Britain this week during which they will be hosted by Queen Elizabeth at Windsor Castle.

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Miami's 'Nude Year's Eve' Tops Extreme Party List

One New Year’s party offers the uninhibited a chance to get naked and bounce around with a bunch of total strangers while not facing the threat of arrest.

It’s the “Nude Year’s Eve” on Haulover Beach, and the wardrobe-free affair tops Trip Advisor’s list of the world’s 10 most extreme New Year’s Eve events to cap this year.

This year’s nude gala might be a little toned down because of the cold weather expected to hit Miami this week, but no one minds a little shrinkage when you’re popping champagne.

A Nude New Year’s Eve ticket will run you $129, which is cheap compared to some other offerings in Miami on Dec. 31. It’s a three-day event which includes live entertainment. You also get a front row seat to the fireworks.

One advantage: You don’t have to worry about finding that perfect outfit because everyone will have on the same thing.

Florida was home to two of the top five spots, with the Festive Freefall in Zephyrhills coming in at No. 4. That event features a bunch of people jump out of a plane at the stroke of midnight. With their clothes on, of course.

For those interested – here’s Trip Advisor’s complete list:

1. ‘Nude’ Year’s Eve: Miami, Florida2. Loony Dip: Edinburgh, Scotland

3. Light a Torch: Girdwood, Alaska

4. Festive Freefall: Zephyrhills, Florida 5. Party with Paddles: San Francisco, California

6. Sea of Orange: Scheveningen, The Hague, Netherlands

7. The Other Bubbly: Torrevieja, Spain

8. Celebratory Sprint: New York, New York 

9. Pucker Up: Venice, Italy 

10. A Nose for New Year’s: Barcelona, Spain

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1 year anniversary of Nude Dart Wars!

I still laugh every time I think about Christmas time Nude Dart Wars. It was just a random funny moment that jump started my blog to awesome town. I wanted to revisit those memories for the holidays and share some new Nude Dart War photos with the world wide web. Check out the new guns they are rad!

Make sure to check out the O.G. Nude Dart War!

Action!

I don’t understand why no one comes over to battle it out in Dart Warfare! Look I promise to keep my clothes on!!! Unless things get too intense then I can’t promise anything.

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Day 49 (12/24/09): The Eve

I spent Christmas Eve the way most people spend Christmas Eve.: trimming the tree, nogging egg, eating pigs in a blanket and pizza bagels, and gritting their teeth through forced familial time. I spent time with my adorable niece, ignoring small talk about what I’m doing with myself these days, how my job was going, if I’m seeing anybody, etc, etc. I can’t stand these questions on a normal basis from people I care about and see on a semi-regular basis, let alone third cousins, great aunts, and boyfriends of family members I don’t even like.

I somehow got involved in a marathon texting conversation with Nicole and we fired back and forth about complaints about family, trying to one up each other.  Of course, Chloe kept telling me to put my phone away, while still managing to give me the third degree.  I successfully dodged the question by obtaining more alcohol. And then I found out Nicole was at her grandfather’s which is blocks away. I told her to duck out for a few minutes and meet me in the middle.

Quick on my feet, I grabbed a couple travel mugs, and stole some coffee. So we met in the middle and had a small little chat. She immediately noticed I was a tad tipsy, and I apologized. She brushed it off, but I could tell she wasn’t exactly pleased about it. I joked that my family was probably texting other people complaining about their drunk cousin/nephew/etc.  I handed her the coffee and she asked if it was Irish. I said no, not yet, I didn’t want to water down my Jameson.  I don’t think we really talked that much, aside from a few jokes and complaining about the cold. After fifteen minutes we both decided that we probably had to get back to our families. So we said goodbye, and as I get back I get a text saying, “I had a great time, maybe next time we can try for twenty minutes”.

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Post-Holiday Pick-Up Day: December, 1953 -- Marilyn Monroe

Last but never least. December, 1953: photographed in 1949 when she was still obscure, this nude picture of Norma Jean “Marilyn Monroe” Mortensen was sold to Playboy absent of Marilyn’s control — it was the magazine’s first issue and she was a rising star by that time. She was also featured on the cover, again without her express permission, but there was nothing she could do about it. The pictures were the property of the photographer Tom Kelley. Kelley had pursued Marilyn a number of times asking her to pose for him, and she finally agreed during a particularly low point in her struggling early career, on the condition that his wife Natalie remain present during the photoshoot.

“Golden Dreams,” photographed by Tom Kelley.

Kelley sold the pictures. Alhough the nude calendar shots are two of the most famous photographs in Hollywood history, Marilyn received only $50 for her efforts. Kelley himself received only a pittance when he sold the two shots to the Western Lithograph Company, but crafty manufacturers and slick promoters made a great deal of money selling bootleg versions of the calendar and other merchandise. (“Marilyn Monroe’s Early Career,” retrieved from HowStuffWorks.com)

Western Litho eventually turned the pics over to Hugh Hefner, and Marilyn became the magazine’s inaugural cover girl and centerfold (then still called the “gatefold”) accompanied by the title “Sweetheart of the Month.” A bum deal. Really bad faith on Kelley’s and Western Lithography’s part. They probably could have blackmailed her studio with the photos and gotten more money than was got out of Hef, seeing as she had come out that year with the massive, career-making hits Niagara, How to Marry a Millionaire (one of my all time favorite movies, co-starring Betty “Legs Insured by Lloyd’s of London” Grable and fabulous smoky siren Lauren Bacall — run don’t walk to the video star and grab it STAT), annnnnd Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (another absolute classic), making her a very hot and important-to-protect property in Hollywood.

Not only that, she already had half of Irving Berlin’s There’s No Business Like Show Business in the can and it would be ready for release by Summer. Western Litho could’ve turned a real buck off of those publicists and studio producers, waiting for the highest bidder to turn over the nude negatives to. But they didn’t much do their homework because apparently the guy in charge of the deal was was a greedy, shortsighted idiot. So he undersold, to Hef. Serves him right.

These other shots are just two of several cell-painted examples of the “Golden Dreams” photoshoot damage control put out by the swarm of money-hungry publicists who always thronged around poor Marilyn — they wanted her to be slightly less tarnished by the shoot, but still profit from its popularity, so they had artists paint clothes on her and sold the reprints, allegedly autographed by Marilyn herself. (Side note: the first time she ever had to autograph something with her show business name, she asked the nearest studio guy how they wanted her to spell it. UGH. What the eff is wrong with people who see an orphan soul and suck it dry?!)

Just bad stuff and feelings all around with this entry of the December women, huh? And of course, RIP, although it scarcely seems possible: I’m not sure she will ever know peace, like, in any universe. Man. Why did I pick so many bummers for this project?? I’ll make it up to you another day. I promise!

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Nothing is more tiresome than listening to someone else go on and on and on about their health.  So I’ll keep this short.

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,

That saved a wretch like me.

I once was lost but now am found,

Was blind, but now I see.

After a twenty minute procedure I see better than I have in twenty years or more. When the doctor pulled off the eye patch on the eye I had done I began to laugh in amazed delight at what I could now see (ME! IN A MIRROR!...)

So, in celebration of my miraculous healing, he’s a Gallery of Girls with Pretty Eyes (and the rest of them ain’t bad either!).

Anyone can see the gallery, only Flickr members with safe search off can see sexually explicit photos. These shots to clear and sharp for the gallery: cornea, pupil, retina, rods and cones.

Flickr group: PRETTY EYES

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Female body at 41

She began to take nude self portraits of herself when she was 23: she placed her old Zenit in a corner, got naked, put the clothes in front of her and took several pics. She didn’t know yet about lighting, so those photographs are not great… but they mean a lot to her because they are her first shots nude.

She grow up in a time & in a culture where nudity was a horrible sin, a shame, the ruin of the soul, Hell. She couldn’t live with that threaten, she had to free her soul from that claustrophobia, so she took those pics alone and promised herself that she would keep doing that all her life.

Months later, she attended a photographic course, and she met a really talented young lady who proposed her to take some wild shots of her. She never knew that she could look so dark, so dangerous, so unknown. Pure black & white paper prints reflecting her soul at that time.

When she got pregnant, she waited for the right time to take pictures of her body full of life. She has never developed them, she’s seen the tiny shots in the film, and they are beast. Maybe one day she’ll be back to the dark room and work on them. They scare her. They are not particulary wild, but enough for her & her feelings.

She obviously tried the experiment of taking nude pictures of her and her loves, but she gave up doing that because it was too painful for memory later on, she realized, she realized, she has never done it again, pictures can be neddles for emotions.

Her body changed. The camera changed to a digital one. No more paper prints, just images in the screen of a computer. The skin, the tits, the bottom, the belly, the legs, her arms… getting older, facing time. No shame, woman, do it as you promise your self. 35 years old, 37, 40… 41…

Are all these pics sex related? She is not quite sure, but society seems to be. To be really honest, she doesn’t know…

As far as she knows, everybody fights somehow with their images of themselves nude. Everybody faces the mirrow. The images that the media sells us as the right nudity command us to fit our bodies to what’s in. I suppose that another reason she takes nude self portraits is because she wants to know her body over those other images & find her own beauty, her own uglyness, her own look. She must say that watching movies in which you can see Cuba women being proud of her bodies helped her a lot to be confident & fuck the standards. The most beautiful women in the world are in Cuba, everywhere, happy in their female bodies, pura sandunga.

She finds funny that her body has always taken the shape of her mother’s. She dedicates the picture below to the woman who gave her birth & invited her to life.

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Winged Victory

Image by Bruce Bayard, 2009, model Lisa Byrne

Image by Bruce Bayard 2009, model Lisa Byrne

Visual savant Bruce Bayard makes me feel like I am channeled the Winged Victory goddess of Samothrace.

View Bruce’s Latest video clip here: http://brucebayard.com/video/

More info about Bruce: http://bbayard.com

Historical incarnations of Nike below

Statue of Nike

image from http://www.life.com/

Statue of Nike

image from http://www.life.com/

Victory of Samonthrace

image from:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winged_Victory_of_Samothrace

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Edilson Nascimento - Model

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peta

People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA), with more than 2 million members and supporters, is the largest animal rights organization in the world.

PETA focuses its attention on the four areas in which the largest numbers of animals suffer the most intensely for the longest periods of time: on factory farms, in laboratories, in the clothing trade, and in the entertainment industry. We also work on a variety of other issues, including the cruel killing of beavers, birds and other “pests,” and the abuse of backyard dogs.

PETA works through public education, cruelty investigations, research, animal rescue, legislation, special events, celebrity involvement, and protest campaigns.

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Flickrotica 3: BDSM Edition

BDSM (“bondage, discipline, sado-masochism”) is the most widely practiced sexual fetish in the country. Bankers do it. Doctors do it. Lots and lots of lawyers and judges do it.

BDSM fans come in many varieties: tops, bottoms, sadists, masochists, gay, and straight. BDSM divides  into all kinds of sub genres – water sports, spanking, bondage, female worship and domination, baby role playing, pony role playing, leather wear, laterx wear, and no telling how many others.

BDSM can be as “light” as tying your spouse to the bed with scarves before sex, or as heavy as using an electric cattle prod in foreplay. Your enhance you sex play with items you find around the house: clothespins, ropes, scarves; or you can spend thousands of dollars on fetish wear and your own fully equipped dungeon!

Flickr boasts dozens and dozens of photographers with a strong interest in BDSM. Here are a few of the better ones:

If women with whips turn your on check out Rob. F. His menacing women come in leather or latex and carry whips they might just use on you if you’ve bad enough. The woman in this set wants to gag you, too. This wicked blonde will spank you with her cane if you don’t watch out. If you prefer women in both the top and bottom role, these girls will put a sparkle in your eye.

For rubber fanatics erubber offers some truly hardcore images. His (her?) set Rubber Fuck certainly lives up to its name. I just wish I could understand what it is about a gas mask that makes it fetish wear for so many.

Yearn for that special someone to throw you over their knees under the Mistletoe and give you a spanking just like dear old mom did when you were little? Ojan-Oslo is just the ticket. This set of OTK (“‘over the knee”) spanking photos is a nice primer on the activity. By the way, Ojan-Oslo also has some grand girdle photos, too!

Thinking of tying the knot with that grand gal of yours? If you’re thinking rope bondage instead of marriage, check out Mescal-ine for some really elegant examples of rope bondage. Most of the photos in this set work as fine photography as well as a lesson in knots.

Does your girlfriend dress in leather and spike heels then walk all over you? You worm! Here are some decent femdom photos:

ClandeNew. Not many photos but high quality. MaynardsmashU has lots of well done photos of mean girls doing naughty things to bad boys.  Where does a dominatrix sit? Anywhere she wants to. In most of Strapme’s photos, she’s sitting on her naughty boy’s face. Finally a set from Annahigheel of photos of the ultimate in female domination. For girl doms girl fans visit I Wanna Do Naughty Things to Cinderella’s kinky site. Her name pretty much says it all.

What if you took your sweetheart to the track and she won the race? She might be a pony girl with a bright future. A girl can now grow wanting to be a doctor, lawyer, fighter pilot — or she can be somebody’s pony and wear a bit in her mouth. Karen Chessman has a delightful Ponygirl set.

Into diaper or medical bondage? Visit dlrob1’s site and try to figure what the heck is going on…

It’s Christmas morning, you open your special gift from your husband. Inside the small, expensive looking black box you find a lovely, well crafted pair of sterling silver — nipple clamps! Maybe your man got the idea from viewing cozworth’s ’stream. In this photo we find a lovely set of clamps and silver chain, a gift that tells you wife you want to keep her close. Only 199.99 at your favorite jewelry store.

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Ashlynn Brooke Sexy Porn Star Ass and Tits Naked

Ashlynn Brooke (born August 14, 1985 in Choctaw, Oklahoma) is an American pornographic actress and feature dancer. Prior to becoming an adult film actress in 2006, she worked at a used car dealership near Oklahoma City for over three years. She became an exclusive contract performer with New Sensations / Digital Sin in 2007,and in 2009 she began directing and writing scripts.

2007 Adultcon Top 20 Adult Actresses

2008 F.A.M.E. Award – Favorite Breasts

2009 AVN Award – Best Continuing Video Series Ashlynn Goes to College

2009 AVN Award – Best Interactive DVD My Plaything: Ashlynn Brooke[

2009 AVN Award – Best New Series Ashlynn Goes to College

2009 Exotic Dancer Award – Best Newcomer

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Day 42 (12/17/09): The Lunch Date

Say what you want about my drinking, my playing the field, and my perpetual downward spiral, but I think the weird anomaly known as the lunch date is great. Sure, it’s a tad bit of a brushoff, but not a first date. On a first date you are just squeezing each other into your crazy schedules, not relegating them to the “B” meal like friends you don’t really want to catch up with.

I am not opposed to occasionally getting mildly more spiffy then I normally am at work. Yes, that includes a tie and the minimal amount of hair gel I necessitate when I bother.  The people at work were even complimenting, including the co worker, who told me, “You don’t look as crappy as normal, Travis.”

As for the girl in question, I met her a couple weeks ago when on a late afternoon coffee run, we both work within a few blocks of each other. After getting the number and trying to unsuccessfully procure a date, I tried the lunch attempt. So we met at this little cafe a few blocks over, a place I’ve passed a million times but never gone in.  I asked her about her job in fashion, and how my particular outfit faired. She told me it was, “passable”, while giving me sly little smile. After our meal, the waiter brought us over candy canes, a seasonal alternative to mints.

This is where I made a fatal mistake. I broke the curve it off. She just started at me awkwardly. I pretended to panic and said, “pretend you didn’t see that”. I told her that I didn’t eat the heads of candy canes, and more so I never show one of my quirks off on a first date, but honestly wasn’t even thinking about it.  She told me it was cute, but misguided. “Those aren’t the heads, they are the handle” as she held it by that and started eating it.

“False, you hang them on trees. It’s the head”  She laughed, and I won the mini-argument. Since we were on a time crunch, we had to rush our goodbyes. I just sighed and told her that I really hate doing it in this case, but I had a good time, and I honest-to-God wanted to kiss her. So we had a quick kiss, and I told her I called her. And here’s the shocker. I just might. I’m not saying she’s the girl who’s gonna make me give this up, or even that I’m going to tell her about it, but I don’t know if it would kill me or bastardized the project if I happen to keep in contact with a girl during this.

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Tarkan Tevetoğlu

As a belly dancer, I love Turkish pop music, and there is none more famous than Tarkan.  Labeled the “King of Turkish Pop”, you’d be hard-pressed to find a belly dancer who has not heard of his music (or one who does not find him disgustingly sexy).  The music is fun, upbeat, exotic — even his English crossover album is good, but nothing quite beats the Turkish lyrics to go along with the exotic Turkish beats.  Not to mention those startlingly green eyes, and the man can shimmy almost as well as any belly dancer.

Hüp music video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=89mVxj8euRU A fun, upbeat song with a romantic / sexual theme.

Simarik music video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9K96t2zKF3o By far, the most well-known Tarkan song, also known as “Kiss Kiss”.  The thing about this video that really gets me is in the first few seconds, when he glances up — it’s a particular glance, starting with the eyes lifting, followed by the head coming up (also seen frequently in Bollywood dance, and is intentionally flirtatious).  This song is making fun of the spoiled girl.

Kuzu Kuzu music video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ew2o0DnXpCI Also a fun, upbeat song.  And I must say, there’s something terribly sexy about a man playing zills.

Bounce music video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mt7L7lQl9vs This one, from his English crossover album, is horribly Americanized (plenty of scantily-clad women doing typical club dance moves), but I still love the song.  Makes me want to dance every time I hear it.  “Break free of all your senses, baby, close your eyes / Just breathe to the rhythm of my body and mind…”

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Seks bugil

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Same Dream, two versions in paint

Isadora on Ice (oil on board)

Isodora on Ice for Prime Time

Two paintings based upon an entry in a 15 plus year old dream journal.  Most of you know the theme:  You’ve got to be on stage.  You haven’t rehearsed.  You don’t even know the play.  And, you’re naked.  Oh my God!  What will they think.  Munch screamers, the whole bunch.  First painting from the heart.  Second painting Isadora’s dressed for the party at the Camden Public Library.   The first, Isadora on Ice, was part of a show at the Thomaston Public Library, where she only was shown at an adult lecture/power point presentation.  Oh my, if we only knew what our kids and grandkids were looking at on their own!

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