This one’s for Dean, who really loves his backs. (Not safe for work, most of those.)
From wuya02’s photostream.
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As a teenager my brother, bless his heart, used to say that when you saw a woman in her bikini, you were seeing her at her very best*. This made no sense to me. Surely a naked woman made the better eye-feast than the bikini-clad woman? But, no, he was insistent.
I have since seen women with and without their bikinis on, and I can say with absolute certainty that he was wrong, or at the very least, he and I will never agree on this one.
until you see their teeth.
(From shhexycorin’s photostream.)
Still wiped. Still stressed.
That is all.
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Johnston Goes Cold, originally uploaded by idatewe.
COLD, like taking a bath in that. Cold as this dude.
I have a narrow comfort range: 67 to 69F. Mid-seventies are nice if there’s a breeze. What temperature is it in my bedroom? I dunno. 64F? With the heater on!
I need to get under the covers, but Jake has staked out my side of the bed. Maybe I’ll go sit under the shower until the hot water runs out.
It’s good while it lasts.
(You Canadians: stop cackling. You too, Tammy. I know y’all are used to colder weather than this, but I don’t care. This is me we’re talking about. Delicate as an orchid me.)
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Pink Floyd Nudes, originally uploaded by ArcticCorsair – Shipspotter.
Wait, wait! Where’s “Collection of Great Dance Songs”?
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I had a $23 corn dog tonight. Amazing, eh? And what do you get for a $23 corn dog?
You get three corn dogs. With slaw.
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enchantée, originally uploaded by Kat Walks.
No, this doesn’t have much in common with Degas’s painting, but it reminded me of it just the same. Probably nothing more going on than the woman, her drink, and the green tones.
I had another “working weekend.” Didn’t even come close to opening up my word processor (not for creative writing purposes, anyway).
How are your writing projects coming along?
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Beautiful poster for film “Guernsey”, originally uploaded by Limbic.
It’s a film poster! Completely innocent! You might see this hanging in a movie theater lobby whilst taking eight preschoolers on a trip to see Horton Hears a Who. So get over it, already.
As much as I liked Dean’s pic for today, I thought I’d give y’all more to chew on.
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Today’s Friday Flickr babe: bow down to your goddess, by legskirtluver.
I think I might finally be getting the right mindset. WRONG is to approach the domme thus: “I would love to be your slave; I would love to lick your feet, be your human ashtray, etc. etc.” RIGHT is: “Please let me serve you.”
Because it’s not about what the sub wants, loves, desires. It’s all about serving the domme.
Of course, it’s about the sub’s desires, too. If the sub didn’t want this, he wouldn’t be in the sub role in the first place. But he doesn’t say that is what he wants, because saying so is an assertion of dominance, which violates the role. Got it?
I hope I’m understanding this. Can’t wait to see what the muse does with all this lovely information. You gotta feed the muse.
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