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Mirror Image

An entirely predictable image from me given that I use mirrors so much in my photography that they have their own tag on this blog!

This is a lazy post today as I’m hauling out one of the few distance diaries photos that haven’t yet found a home on the blog. I’m on a bit of hiatus with my photography at the moment as work is off the scale busy and I’m also isolating and doing house jobs in the lead up to my holiday.

I am looking forward to the warmer months rolling round so I can get out and about and naked in the wild with all my lovely photography friends!

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Birthday Buns

It was Mr Unmentionable’s birthday yesterday. Last year he and the delightful Name Unmentionable took part in my Scenes on Screens project. There were a few unused shots in the archive so to keep his celebrations going a little longer I decided he should be today’s Sinful Sunday. And as luck would have it those grabby handfuls of delectable butt make this work very well for the SWAP hands prompt too!

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Insomnia

Earlier in the week I went to bed with busy brain and had an attack of insomnia. Rather than waste the time I got up for a bit of photography. Here’s the result of my 1am creative endeavour.

It was originally only intended as a morning greeting for a couple of recipients when they woke up but I liked it enough to upgrade it to this weekend’s post.

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Vagary

These days vagary is most commonly used when we talk about the vagaries of a situation, meaning an unpredictable or erratic occurrence. But the etymology of the word is vagari, the Latin word for wander.

This weekend’s subject is @lovelustlondon. This coming Wednesday he’ll be joining club 40 and he should be enjoying a vagari in Tibet but due to the vagaries of 2020 he’s not!

This shot was taken a few years ago when we took an early morning walk in Richmond Park. We are going to do a new shoot for his 40th but much like a lot of 2020 it’s on hold until 2021. When spring rolls around we’ll take a day trip somewhere out of the city and get some truly celebratory shots, but until then you can feast your eyes on this one!

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The End

I was due to have a play date on the afternoon of Tuesday 17th March. When we planned it I thought it would be the perfect activity for getting over the Eroticon comedown and that I’d be sharing stories of the weekend with my friend. In reality, I was self-isolating having started to show symptoms over the weekend. He was also feverish and isolating. In lieu of having actual me that day I snapped a photo for him. It was a good photo so I also sent it to Exhibit A and American Chap. I didn’t know then that I’d started a ‘thing’. A thing that would last 122 days – exactly one third of this crazy fucking leap year.

I scrolled back to the messages that went alongside that first photo. A jokey chat about imagining what it would be like to not kiss another human for months on end and how ridiculous that would be. Me shout typing: “IMAGINE THE EPIC TENSION IF YOU HAVEN’T BEEN ABLE TO FUCK FOR WEEKS.” Him: “OMG, fucking after that would be phenomenal!” It seemed like a crazy notion at the time.

Six days later the UK went into full lockdown. It would be nearly three months before he and I saw each other again. We were right though. The tension was epic and the sex was phenomenal. Not-getting-past-the-hallway-pulling-clothes-off phenomenal. My reunions with him and with Exhibit A are not providing me with any strong evidence that a sustained absence is bad for chemistry!

I have absolutely bloody loved this project. It’s been a creative red thread through the strangest of times and a way to keep a part of myself alive while I couldn’t actually be with people. An unexpected benefit has been how completely confident I have become in how attractive my body is, to me and others. I always talked the talk; I often didn’t walk the walk. But it’s hard to not to be reassured about how hot you are when you take a daily nude for four months and receive numerous messages of lust and encouragement.

But all good things must come to an end…

Photo by Exhibit A

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