“Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are right now. We will never be here again.”
— Homer, The Iliad.
(via anuglybeauty)
Month: May 2011
Confession: When I was young, I used to draw pictures of women tying each other up. I kept them in a notebook. I have since misplaced said notebook. I hope this isn’t the kind of thing that will inopportunely turn up.
Cover of “Escape Into Bondage 2” art by Eric Stanton 1962
In reference to this conversation:
You see that smile at the end of the gif? My grandmother was giving it. It’s one of those “hell yeah I’m sexy, try and take me on, world” smiles. She just oozed confidence in it. And what was next to her in the photograph? My uncle in a stroller.
When she was younger, my grandmother was a model. She was terribly thin. Yet, she told me that picture, where she’s all curved out, was her favorite photograph of herself and her body. She’s just plain gorgeous in it.
I swear, she’s my hero.
Gotta love that sassy face.
Speaking of sassy face; Radeo (omg! squeeeee!!! crush!!) has a tumblr:
all hail the queen.
It’s good to be home.
ChatMy mother: No, you were a very sexy lady.
Me: (walking into the kitchen) Did you just call your mother hot?
My mother: Look at this old picture of your grandmother.
Me: Damn. Nevermind. You were bangin’.
My grandmother: Yep.
I don’t wear glasses. But, after seeing photo after photo like this rolling across my dash? I wish I did.
For some reason, I find that little expanse of bare skin between the line of the brow and the eyelid to be kind of erotic on a woman.
This is so beautiful. Honey, do you take me out to something where I can wear this? I promise I wear your favorite dress with them.
eyelashes!!
Bratini: I’m thinking about you tonight
You wanted something moving? Try “The Oval Portrait” by Poe. It is a short story and google is your friend. It has a strong master/slave dynamic. Her dedication to him. In some ways it reminds of me of the film ‘The Red Violin’.
StandardMy gosh, how many anons are there prowling this baby? Or are you just one big amorphous anon?
It’s funny. I read it and I didn’t feel the passion and dedication that you seemed to hint at. I didn’t see the master/slave dynamic, which is weird, since I see it in a ton of stuff. Sure, I saw her dedication, but I mostly saw his neglect. Maybe it’s the fact that the story was so short. Perhaps if it was longer, I’d have a much more romantic opinion of it. The idea itself is incredibly romantic and beautiful. The delivery? Just sad.
Although I must admit Poe’s meditation on the interplay of art and life is quite clever. I’ll give him that.
I found this in my inbox from Heart today. I was having a pretty blah day and she really, really knows how to cheer me up.
She claims that I dreamed this man into existence. I clearly did. He’s gorgeous. He’s got knives. And he’s damn proud of both facts. Oh, not to mention the five o’clock shadow, the droopy eyelids, and those lips. Yum.
(And if anyone can tell me who this gent is I’ll be so grateful.)
We all love this photo, but does anyone know who this is, or when?
This picture should do it for me. It’s got James Deen. It’s got James Deen pinning a girl’s arms behind her back. It’s got James Deen in a suit. It’s got James fucking Deen.
It’s got scissors (two knives hinged together). It’s got a cute little tattoo. It’s got clothing being sliced off. Mmm.
But, oh, come on, sewing scissors? Where are your garden shears? Maybe I’m too picky when it comes to porn, but I love it when the little details are just perfect.