A new year and a new decade is just around the corner and I’m excited to see it unfold. I love this time of year. I have a couple more days with my parents which I’ll enjoy but really I’m itching to get back to my flat and start my annual exercise of making lists and plotting experiences and adventures. I know for sure that more photos in the wild will be on the list!
Happy New Year to all of you – I hope the year ahead is full of joy. Thanks for all the support this year for my blog and for my crazy photo adventures and musings and life and love!
Photo by Missy.
A sunny day is forecast. I’ve already booked a day off. The night before a plan is hatched over Scrabble and wine: “I’ll cancel my 3.30 meeting and pick you up from the station – we’ll have a mini photo adventure.” ‘Hurrah!’ I think. ‘Or maybe I’ll watch you masturbate in the woods. Yes, I like that idea. You choose to which vibrator to bring. Don’t feel you have to wear underwear.”
Seventeen or so hours later my orgasm is ripped out of me, aided by the Rocks Off Chaiamo but accelerated by the sight of spunk hitting the woodland floor. I glance over to the backs of the unaware dog walkers some 50 metres away and smile. The voyeur and the exhibitionist in me is satisfied. An hour after being picked up I’m sat on a wall outside another train station looking for all the world like a modest middle-aged woman in a red jumper dress, waiting to meet her godmother for an exhibition and early dinner.
For this week’s white prompt, here is my bottom – plain and simple.
I was staying at a hotel last night. It was a mid-range chain so I wasn’t really expecting anything special but when I walked into my room the full length curtains and the lighting above them had a drama to them that made the scene feel almost theatrical.
When I told Exhibit A that @19syllables and I were off on a photo adventure to Botany Bay he quipped: “Well I hope the post is going to be called Bottomly Bay.” Last week’s post was all about the legs but I made sure we got one that could carry his title!
Two years ago this weekend many of us were in shock about the Brexit vote. Yesterday, to mark the anniversary, more than 100,000 people marched in London demanding a people’s vote on the final deal, including me, LoveLustLondon and Eye. It was a lovely sunny day full of noise, camaraderie and a sense of togetherness.
There maybe more humour in today’s photos than the ones from two years ago, but I’m just as passionate that we should try and do everything we can to stop it.
“Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin’ world go round.” Queen
I’ve shamelessly copied Exhibit A’s #bankholidaybumday photo today and am channeling the cover of Queen’s Fat Bottomed Girls. With a little addition! I was gifted a Rocks Off vibrating plug by Tabitha Rayne at Eroticon. Thank you very much – it’s a very enjoyable addition to my toy drawer. Although it’s not actually spending much time in the drawer at the moment!
“My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.”
Exposing 40 has taken a bit of a leap across the decades this weekend, but if this blog is about celebrating our bodies as they age then this woman is an example to us all. The wonderful Eye turned 60 this week so I’m delighted to share some photos I shot back in the autumn.
Happy birthday Eye, may your sixties be a decade of celebration and one in which you now thrive. Xx
“I am my own muse, I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to know better.” Frida Kahlo
I’ve written before about meeting two wonderful women in 2016, naked and on stage at a life drawing class at the WOW festival. On a cold (although little did we know what weather was just around the corner!) Saturday in January we headed off for an outdoor adventure. Here’s the first photo from that day out. Just look at this fabulous Frida Kahlo jacket and awesome silver DMs! If you’re based near Bath and want to check out where my friend got her awesome jacket visit this shop.
“The atheist staring from his attic window is often nearer to God than the believer caught up in his own false image of God.”