THE MIDDLE AGED WOMAN

A very ordinary woman

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MY FAVOURITE PICTURES - NUMBER TWENTY This is one of those photographs that I love so much I haven’t been able to post it on Twitter. I want it to be ‘special’ when it is, to be appreciated. By which of course I really mean as a photograph not as a sexual image but as an erotic one. Although I may like it because it’s very flattering & maybe that’s the real reason. And then I love a large group of pictures because I love the outfit and this was very different for me. You’ve already seen it & I still have more pictures of me in that corset I love. I think it’s one of a few recent pictures that I’ve taken wearing something that actually made me feel powerful & strong. In control. And I don’t think I much associate sex with me having power, for obvious reasons. Which is perverse of me. And this is something I’ve been dangling on the edge of for some time, long preceding my ‘naughty’ Twitter account. I never sought this out but something about me appeals to Doms. Several found me on my now defunct ‘ordinary’ Twitter account. I genuinely knew nothing about BDSM say a year ago although the Doms preceded me really understanding what it was all about. And I’m not exactly an expert now but I know more than I did. The Doms that first approached me were pretty much what you’d expect if you don’t know much about it. Aggressive & pushy. Very clearly intent on using women. And then throwing them away. They made you feel like a collection of orifices, largely because that’s all they saw most women as. One ‘Dom’ hit on me on my normal account & then hit on me on my naughty about 8 months later, with no idea that I was the same woman. And boy was he in your face aggressive. And arrogant. And as he didn’t much care for a woman with a voice & opinions I don’t know why he stuck around for so long, both times. Maybe he thought that I’d cave in. The more I heard the less I liked him, the more he intimidated me. Which is probably what he wanted (and no doubt enjoyed) but he still held a certain fascination. Rather like being hypnotised by a snake waiting to bite. The others were the same, amongst the first ones, careless of your fears & your past. And unlike the man mentioned above, completely devoid of charm or appeal. And not that smart. I like smart in a man, not letters after your name smart, just an enquiring mind & an ability to stop & think. Because the ability to think, in bed, is something that really does appeal to me. So there’s a start to me & Doms. It’s a long story & a lot to learn. But I have one strength, I am now getting pretty good at spotting the fakes because it’s a statement of fact, most ‘Doms’ I have encountered are fake. In it only for themselves, they think it’s just about their needs & bullying a woman in to fulfilling them. No care or concern & there to fuck and go. Nothing whatsoever to do with trust. And trust is number one with me. Second is honesty & the fakes are never honest. I think they adopt the role of a Dom purely to get what they want because they see women queueing up to be subs. So many subs seem badly damaged to me and maybe I fit in to that group, maybe that’s why I attract them….but they are the last thing I need. A guaranteed route to being irreparably damaged, used & discarded. I’ve walked on them all so far. Except the real Doms that I call my friends because a real Dom respects & values women & is open, caring & considerate. And they make great friends. But that’s a long story & I’ll carry on talking it out as I go. Mustn’t forget ‘Fake Dom No 1’, never claimed to be a Dom, but it just slipped out one day. One thing he said. He was a bastard on so many levels so that’s a whole long story. But I stupidly chose to trust him & that’s a mistake I’ve repeatedly made. Time & again. Trust is earned, not handed out any more. I’ve finally learned that. Boringly this image is my property, you may reblog it but not profit from it. As if. But anyway…..

MY FAVOURITE PICTURES - NUMBER TWENTY

This is one of those photographs that I love so much I haven’t been able to post it on Twitter. I want it to be ‘special’ when it is, to be appreciated. By which of course I really mean as a photograph not as a sexual image but as an erotic one. Although I may like it because it’s very flattering & maybe that’s the real reason. And then I love a large group of pictures because I love the outfit and this was very different for me. You’ve already seen it & I still have more pictures of me in that corset I love. I think it’s one of a few recent pictures that I’ve taken wearing something that actually made me feel powerful & strong. In control. And I don’t think I much associate sex with me having power, for obvious reasons.

Which is perverse of me. And this is something I’ve been dangling on the edge of for some time, long preceding my ‘naughty’ Twitter account. I never sought this out but something about me appeals to Doms. Several found me on my now defunct ‘ordinary’ Twitter account. I genuinely knew nothing about BDSM say a year ago although the Doms preceded me really understanding what it was all about. And I’m not exactly an expert now but I know more than I did.

The Doms that first approached me were pretty much what you’d expect if you don’t know much about it. Aggressive & pushy. Very clearly intent on using women. And then throwing them away. They made you feel like a collection of orifices, largely because that’s all they saw most women as. One ‘Dom’ hit on me on my normal account & then hit on me on my naughty about 8 months later, with no idea that I was the same woman. And boy was he in your face aggressive. And arrogant. And as he didn’t much care for a woman with a voice & opinions I don’t know why he stuck around for so long, both times. Maybe he thought that I’d cave in. The more I heard the less I liked him, the more he intimidated me. Which is probably what he wanted (and no doubt enjoyed) but he still held a certain fascination. Rather like being hypnotised by a snake waiting to bite.

The others were the same, amongst the first ones, careless of your fears & your past. And unlike the man mentioned above, completely devoid of charm or appeal. And not that smart. I like smart in a man, not letters after your name smart, just an enquiring mind & an ability to stop & think. Because the ability to think, in bed, is something that really does appeal to me.

So there’s a start to me & Doms. It’s a long story & a lot to learn. But I have one strength, I am now getting pretty good at spotting the fakes because it’s a statement of fact, most ‘Doms’ I have encountered are fake. In it only for themselves, they think it’s just about their needs & bullying a woman in to fulfilling them. No care or concern & there to fuck and go. Nothing whatsoever to do with trust. And trust is number one with me. Second is honesty & the fakes are never honest. I think they adopt the role of a Dom purely to get what they want because they see women queueing up to be subs. So many subs seem badly damaged to me and maybe I fit in to that group, maybe that’s why I attract them….but they are the last thing I need. A guaranteed route to being irreparably damaged, used & discarded. I’ve walked on them all so far. Except the real Doms that I call my friends because a real Dom respects & values women & is open, caring & considerate. And they make great friends.

But that’s a long story & I’ll carry on talking it out as I go. Mustn’t forget ‘Fake Dom No 1’, never claimed to be a Dom, but it just slipped out one day. One thing he said. He was a bastard on so many levels so that’s a whole long story. But I stupidly chose to trust him & that’s a mistake I’ve repeatedly made. Time & again. Trust is earned, not handed out any more. I’ve finally learned that.

Boringly this image is my property, you may reblog it but not profit from it. As if. But anyway…..

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MY FAVOURITE PICTURES - NUMBER NINETEEN Boringly these are my pictures, you are welcome to reblog them but not to profit from them. As if. Think we may now be hitting a run of black & white pictures. Because if it’s black & white then it’s erotica isn’t it? I don’t know the answer to that, though I’m pretty sure if I saw any of the porn I own but then shot in black & white I’d be 100% certain I’d not find that erotic. But some of the black & white gifs on here are rather more erotic, but again not all. So maybe only black & white still pictures are erotica? But again, if you went back to the clearly a porn still picture I posted a while ago & put that in black & white it’d still be laughable & so not sexy. I guess erotica as opposed to porn is partly a personal judgement. I’m over porn though but exploring erotica & if it still arouses you, which it does, then it’s not porn-y because it’s not in your face. Am I aiming for pictures that are erotic? I suspect it’s more about my unwillingness to take explicit photos, opening my legs is a step too far. I’d say it was an age thing but there are women far younger than me who don’t post their all. And if you want to know whether men find that sexy well on Twitter you can always judge by number of followers. And the less explicit women & promoters do just as well as those who show their all. Why is this picture in black & white? Because it just looks better that way, the lighting was chosen to create the silhouette. I’ve posted these pictures in colour & black & white. I much prefer them this way but that’s photographer me speaking. I am torn between being a photographer & still working out what pushes men’s buttons. So does this?

MY FAVOURITE PICTURES - NUMBER NINETEEN

Boringly these are my pictures, you are welcome to reblog them but not to profit from them. As if.

Think we may now be hitting a run of black & white pictures. Because if it’s black & white then it’s erotica isn’t it?

I don’t know the answer to that, though I’m pretty sure if I saw any of the porn I own but then shot in black & white I’d be 100% certain I’d not find that erotic. But some of the black & white gifs on here are rather more erotic, but again not all. So maybe only black & white still pictures are erotica? But again, if you went back to the clearly a porn still picture I posted a while ago & put that in black & white it’d still be laughable & so not sexy.

I guess erotica as opposed to porn is partly a personal judgement. I’m over porn though but exploring erotica & if it still arouses you, which it does, then it’s not porn-y because it’s not in your face. Am I aiming for pictures that are erotic? I suspect it’s more about my unwillingness to take explicit photos, opening my legs is a step too far. I’d say it was an age thing but there are women far younger than me who don’t post their all. And if you want to know whether men find that sexy well on Twitter you can always judge by number of followers. And the less explicit women & promoters do just as well as those who show their all.

Why is this picture in black & white? Because it just looks better that way, the lighting was chosen to create the silhouette. I’ve posted these pictures in colour & black & white. I much prefer them this way but that’s photographer me speaking. I am torn between being a photographer & still working out what pushes men’s buttons. So does this?

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When you’re a woman who has been on her own for a long time then unsurprisingly you make use of all the toys that are available out there. And there are a lot of them. Different ones for different moods. Always looking for new ideas. So it’s hardly surprising that after 9 years I have a large drawerful. I’ve said before though that masturbation is a solitary & often unhappy experience. It works well enough, when I can switch my mind off. But you always end up realising that you’re absolutely on your own & probably always will be. I’ve had the same conversation with a lot of the men that I’ve talked to. They want to know what your fantasies are. For their kicks mostly though, I’m trying to remember how many told me their’s back. Pretty much none unless it’s the standard 2 girls thing. So when I tell them my list of very very tame fantasies one that does come up is always having toys used on me. I’d just like to not be the one holding the damn things & to not be alone when it’s done. So that ranks pretty highly with me but most men just don’t get it. I think some take it as an afront to their masculinity. ‘My cock is all you’ll ever need’ types. And a guy doing this for you needs to be focused on you because it’s easy to miss the spot! Unsurpringly though the men who’ve told me about their fantasies always include watching you masturbate. Now I’m a coward but I think that that is something I’d find very hard to do. Sex is a mystery to me, I have a lot to learn. I never was a lights-off woman but honestly I fail often enough to make myself come but an audience, even with these toys, would be enough to guarantee a fail. I assume, maybe rightly, that most men would have no problem doing that in front of a woman.

When you’re a woman who has been on her own for a long time then unsurprisingly you make use of all the toys that are available out there. And there are a lot of them. Different ones for different moods. Always looking for new ideas. So it’s hardly surprising that after 9 years I have a large drawerful.

I’ve said before though that masturbation is a solitary & often unhappy experience. It works well enough, when I can switch my mind off. But you always end up realising that you’re absolutely on your own & probably always will be.

I’ve had the same conversation with a lot of the men that I’ve talked to. They want to know what your fantasies are. For their kicks mostly though, I’m trying to remember how many told me their’s back. Pretty much none unless it’s the standard 2 girls thing.

So when I tell them my list of very very tame fantasies one that does come up is always having toys used on me. I’d just like to not be the one holding the damn things & to not be alone when it’s done. So that ranks pretty highly with me but most men just don’t get it. I think some take it as an afront to their masculinity. ‘My cock is all you’ll ever need’ types. And a guy doing this for you needs to be focused on you because it’s easy to miss the spot!

Unsurpringly though the men who’ve told me about their fantasies always include watching you masturbate. Now I’m a coward but I think that that is something I’d find very hard to do. Sex is a mystery to me, I have a lot to learn. I never was a lights-off woman but honestly I fail often enough to make myself come but an audience, even with these toys, would be enough to guarantee a fail. I assume, maybe rightly, that most men would have no problem doing that in front of a woman.

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Well, first off, and it never ceases to amaze me how many times I have to spell this out, I have NEVER done this. Honest. I’d remember I assure you! You can say my sex life consisted of flat on my front or flat on my back & yet people, well men, will still ask which is your favourite position. Well safe & non-threatening as missionary is I rather hope that there are a lot of others things to try & that maybe I will like one or more of those rather better. But it’s still a non-threatening place to start! I love the GIFS here, perfect little mini-porn films, can always find some that capture some of the the moments that I’m hooked on. Mentally hooked on that is because I’ve not done them yet, I just want to, I want to know if it feels as good as it looks. If it feels the way my mind & body think it will. The way I dream of it, or fantasise about it. And I do fantasise, I may be celibate, I may be damaged but why assume, as some do, that women in my position don’t ever want to be sexual beings again. Because I do. I really do. A ‘big’ fantasy of mine that’s really more of a portion of something larger, or just an element, is being partially clothed during sex. I’ve said it before but I think it stems from the excitement of teenage fumblings & after my years of clinical sex then that early excitement is a good place to go back to. The mix of raging hormones, no hangups & new sensations. I wasn’t naked with a man, in a bed, until I was 20. It captures spontaneity & urgency, lust & intense focus on the moment. Oblivious to most of what’s around you. All good stuff, worth revisiting. Maybe a good place to start? But, and I do remember this from early sex with my ex, my partially clothed sex does not extend to having socks on. I can’t not see his socks no matter how hard I try!! The shirt is fine, the socks are not. Unless the shoes are still on too! Sometimes I think I obsess too much about detail but then good sex is about all the details coming together. Seamlessly. I have enough things to worry about about without being distracted by socks!! Maybe I won’t care when the time comes, if it does, but I’m such a bundle of anxiety that perhaps something like that may be distracting enough to divert me. I know I think took much, and I hope I’d be so turned on I’d be beyond caring. Or not. If I don’t understand me how can I expect a man to succeed!!

Well, first off, and it never ceases to amaze me how many times I have to spell this out, I have NEVER done this. Honest. I’d remember I assure you! You can say my sex life consisted of flat on my front or flat on my back & yet people, well men, will still ask which is your favourite position. Well safe & non-threatening as missionary is I rather hope that there are a lot of others things to try & that maybe I will like one or more of those rather better. But it’s still a non-threatening place to start!

I love the GIFS here, perfect little mini-porn films, can always find some that capture some of the the moments that I’m hooked on. Mentally hooked on that is because I’ve not done them yet, I just want to, I want to know if it feels as good as it looks. If it feels the way my mind & body think it will. The way I dream of it, or fantasise about it. And I do fantasise, I may be celibate, I may be damaged but why assume, as some do, that women in my position don’t ever want to be sexual beings again. Because I do. I really do.

A ‘big’ fantasy of mine that’s really more of a portion of something larger, or just an element, is being partially clothed during sex. I’ve said it before but I think it stems from the excitement of teenage fumblings & after my years of clinical sex then that early excitement is a good place to go back to. The mix of raging hormones, no hangups & new sensations. I wasn’t naked with a man, in a bed, until I was 20. It captures spontaneity & urgency, lust & intense focus on the moment. Oblivious to most of what’s around you. All good stuff, worth revisiting. Maybe a good place to start?

But, and I do remember this from early sex with my ex, my partially clothed sex does not extend to having socks on. I can’t not see his socks no matter how hard I try!! The shirt is fine, the socks are not. Unless the shoes are still on too!

Sometimes I think I obsess too much about detail but then good sex is about all the details coming together. Seamlessly. I have enough things to worry about about without being distracted by socks!! Maybe I won’t care when the time comes, if it does, but I’m such a bundle of anxiety that perhaps something like that may be distracting enough to divert me. I know I think took much, and I hope I’d be so turned on I’d be beyond caring. Or not.

If I don’t understand me how can I expect a man to succeed!!

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My Favourite Pictures - Number Eighteen Sorry, been gone a long time. I could actually spend my life entirely on Twitter & Tumblr, and emailing a few people I talk to off Twitter. If I did that all day every day I still wouldn’t be able to keep up. Feel like I’m letting people down every day. I don’t have much of a life (for good reasons) but I don’t even have the time for a lot of the minor everyday stuff that other people seem to manage. Anyway, I’m here, questions to catch up on & way behind on getting things out of my system. I let things eat away at me when getting them out here seems mostly a good way to deal with things. But the point of this is that we are belatedly back on the favourite pictures at last! I’m discovering that I’m unlikely to run out of pictures to post here. As long as I can keep taking them & playing with the editing then I can keep finding pictures I love. Yet again this seemed nothing special when I took it, I try about 100 poses per outfit & I still never know which one will really please me. The same picture in 2 different outfits can miss completely on one & look (to me) amazing on the other. Sometimes literally a matter of a couple of inches or a few degrees makes all the difference. Or a slight difference in how I edit a pic will transform it. The editing made this (to me!) something special, something I think is sexy & something that makes me feel as if I truly am a sexual being. I don’t know why, can’t put my finger on it but the more I look at this the more I like it. Again I don’t think it was one of my most popular pictures. I honestly never know which ones will be, which ones will be picked up & RTd (reposted) by lots of people, including ‘promoters’ and which ones get a lukewarm reception. That said something that’s not instantly seized upon can then grow & grow in the following days or weeks. I truly love that people love my pictures. And there’s something quite a few of my followers say that really makes me like myself so much more. Quite a few people say to me that if I never posted another picture again they’d still keep following me because what they really enjoy is talking to me. I think I’m pretty smart & I can be funny & just slightly sarcastic and to know that people, men mostly, will say that to me makes me think that the packaging, my body, is not as important as the person on the inside. People can find things about me that they genuinely like & enjoy. That’s such an amazing thing to hear. And that’s the beauty of Twitter, there is only one way of telling you that they feel that way. You HAVE to type it out, you can’t just hint at it or show in other ways that they like you, the person, above your physical appearance. And like every one of you I need the approval & affection of others to build my confidence. So thank you to every person who ever said that to me, I carry it with me & I grow a little more confident every time. PS That’s not to say that the pictures will stop because the pictures are also a form of self-expression, an intellectual & emotional challenge & part of slowly understanding more about myself, and more about men and sex. They are such a damn nightmare to do, they can take days but if every 8+ hours session taking pictures produces just one or two that please me, well then I’m happy. And if others like it too, well that’s the cherry on the top! I retain the copyright to my pictures but you are welcome to reblog them but not to use them for your own profit.

My Favourite Pictures - Number Eighteen

Sorry, been gone a long time. I could actually spend my life entirely on Twitter & Tumblr, and emailing a few people I talk to off Twitter. If I did that all day every day I still wouldn’t be able to keep up. Feel like I’m letting people down every day. I don’t have much of a life (for good reasons) but I don’t even have the time for a lot of the minor everyday stuff that other people seem to manage. Anyway, I’m here, questions to catch up on & way behind on getting things out of my system. I let things eat away at me when getting them out here seems mostly a good way to deal with things.

But the point of this is that we are belatedly back on the favourite pictures at last! I’m discovering that I’m unlikely to run out of pictures to post here. As long as I can keep taking them & playing with the editing then I can keep finding pictures I love. Yet again this seemed nothing special when I took it, I try about 100 poses per outfit & I still never know which one will really please me. The same picture in 2 different outfits can miss completely on one & look (to me) amazing on the other. Sometimes literally a matter of a couple of inches or a few degrees makes all the difference. Or a slight difference in how I edit a pic will transform it.

The editing made this (to me!) something special, something I think is sexy & something that makes me feel as if I truly am a sexual being. I don’t know why, can’t put my finger on it but the more I look at this the more I like it. Again I don’t think it was one of my most popular pictures. I honestly never know which ones will be, which ones will be picked up & RTd (reposted) by lots of people, including ‘promoters’ and which ones get a lukewarm reception. That said something that’s not instantly seized upon can then grow & grow in the following days or weeks. I truly love that people love my pictures. And there’s something quite a few of my followers say that really makes me like myself so much more. Quite a few people say to me that if I never posted another picture again they’d still keep following me because what they really enjoy is talking to me. I think I’m pretty smart & I can be funny & just slightly sarcastic and to know that people, men mostly, will say that to me makes me think that the packaging, my body, is not as important as the person on the inside.

People can find things about me that they genuinely like & enjoy. That’s such an amazing thing to hear. And that’s the beauty of Twitter, there is only one way of telling you that they feel that way. You HAVE to type it out, you can’t just hint at it or show in other ways that they like you, the person, above your physical appearance. And like every one of you I need the approval & affection of others to build my confidence. So thank you to every person who ever said that to me, I carry it with me & I grow a little more confident every time.

PS That’s not to say that the pictures will stop because the pictures are also a form of self-expression, an intellectual & emotional challenge & part of slowly understanding more about myself, and more about men and sex. They are such a damn nightmare to do, they can take days but if every 8+ hours session taking pictures produces just one or two that please me, well then I’m happy. And if others like it too, well that’s the cherry on the top!

I retain the copyright to my pictures but you are welcome to reblog them but not to use them for your own profit.

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My Favourite Pictures - Number Seventeen Well I’ve gotten braver of late, though being me that doesn’t equate to explicit. Very careful to not let you see anything though I’m sure your minds will fill in the gaps. That’s pretty much the point of my pictures, a tease but one that lets guys (and some women) see more there than there actually is. But I’ve taken a buch of nude but not crude pictures recently & I think I’ll be doing more. If you’re not in to flashing every part of yourself taking nude pictures becomes seriously challenging! And I like a challenge, so I’ll enjoy it! At the moment my body is far from slim. I’ve been a bit down so I’ve failed to clear the weight I put on from Xmas & the comfort eating during and after my darling dog died. Lots of major stress in my RL means I’ve barely been here & nowhere near as much on Twitter either. More about that later. I took a mountain of pictures a few weeks ago, including this one but it then took me weeks to edit them. I only finished a week ago. For every picture I post there are a hundred I don’t. I need to limit the number I take, edit & watermark but then never use. At the moment though I’m deleting far more because I hate how damn fat I look. I do know it’s all relative but they’re my pictures. There are distinct benefits to carrying the extra weight, above all that my slightly fatter face has way fewer lines on it. That I like! On the downside I hate my flabby stomach & the increase in amount of cellulite on my ass & thighs. I guess I’m like most women, forever critical of my own body & acutely aware of my faults. But the plus of being on Twitter is learning that most men don’t see this stuff. Women may hate themselves but men don’t see it. You can scroll through Twitter & Tumblr and be disheartened by all the perfect photoshopped women that you see. It’s hard to remember that they have benefitted substantially from the work of talented editors. I can edit my pictures but I can’t slim my legs, create abs, narrow my waist or give myself longer legs. I know this happens but I can’t help myself from feeling inadequate by comparison. But the other thing you see, and tend to also forget, is the sheer number of very ordinary women like me that are all over Twitter & Tumblr. The vast majority don’t have perfect bodies, they can be overweight, far more so than me, they have stretch marks (as do I), spotty bottoms, sagging stomachs, lines & wrinkles, real tits (which often means not matching in size & substantially drooping), bad skin, ordinary bodies. And the good thing you see is that men still rave about their pictures, call them sexy, fantasise about them, tell them they’re beautiful. Men don’t see women the same way we see ourselves. And a lot of men these days actually prefer the real women & they’re not ashamed to say so. So why waste the time hating myself when nobody (OK one guy, long story) has ever criticised my body in any of my pictures. Think about it, I don’t want a ‘perfect’ man & I don’t think that physical perfection (very subjective) is all you need in a man. What you really want is good man, that you connect to, who excites your mind & shows their affection & care & that really knows how to turn you on. And, to me, that’s the most important thing. So men & women find each other sexy & appealing for lots of reasons & as a rule one of those is not that they are a perfectly photoshopped, styled & posed model. Women need to accept that most men who fall for us aren’t in a rush to change you because they fell for what you already are. So stop hating yourself, it’s not constructive is it? I guarantee a lot of men find you attractive just the way you are. I need to remember that too because I’m just as guilty of it as the next woman. Though I do absolutely retain the right to not post the pictures I hate & to make use of those editing apps!! I retain the copyright to my pictures but you are welcome to reblog them but not to use them for your own profit.

My Favourite Pictures - Number Seventeen

Well I’ve gotten braver of late, though being me that doesn’t equate to explicit. Very careful to not let you see anything though I’m sure your minds will fill in the gaps. That’s pretty much the point of my pictures, a tease but one that lets guys (and some women) see more there than there actually is. But I’ve taken a buch of nude but not crude pictures recently & I think I’ll be doing more. If you’re not in to flashing every part of yourself taking nude pictures becomes seriously challenging! And I like a challenge, so I’ll enjoy it!

At the moment my body is far from slim. I’ve been a bit down so I’ve failed to clear the weight I put on from Xmas & the comfort eating during and after my darling dog died. Lots of major stress in my RL means I’ve barely been here & nowhere near as much on Twitter either. More about that later.

I took a mountain of pictures a few weeks ago, including this one but it then took me weeks to edit them. I only finished a week ago. For every picture I post there are a hundred I don’t. I need to limit the number I take, edit & watermark but then never use. At the moment though I’m deleting far more because I hate how damn fat I look. I do know it’s all relative but they’re my pictures. There are distinct benefits to carrying the extra weight, above all that my slightly fatter face has way fewer lines on it. That I like! On the downside I hate my flabby stomach & the increase in amount of cellulite on my ass & thighs.

I guess I’m like most women, forever critical of my own body & acutely aware of my faults. But the plus of being on Twitter is learning that most men don’t see this stuff. Women may hate themselves but men don’t see it. You can scroll through Twitter & Tumblr and be disheartened by all the perfect photoshopped women that you see. It’s hard to remember that they have benefitted substantially from the work of talented editors. I can edit my pictures but I can’t slim my legs, create abs, narrow my waist or give myself longer legs. I know this happens but I can’t help myself from feeling inadequate by comparison.

But the other thing you see, and tend to also forget, is the sheer number of very ordinary women like me that are all over Twitter & Tumblr. The vast majority don’t have perfect bodies, they can be overweight, far more so than me, they have stretch marks (as do I), spotty bottoms, sagging stomachs, lines & wrinkles, real tits (which often means not matching in size & substantially drooping), bad skin, ordinary bodies. And the good thing you see is that men still rave about their pictures, call them sexy, fantasise about them, tell them they’re beautiful. Men don’t see women the same way we see ourselves. And a lot of men these days actually prefer the real women & they’re not ashamed to say so.

So why waste the time hating myself when nobody (OK one guy, long story) has ever criticised my body in any of my pictures. Think about it, I don’t want a ‘perfect’ man & I don’t think that physical perfection (very subjective) is all you need in a man. What you really want is good man, that you connect to, who excites your mind & shows their affection & care & that really knows how to turn you on. And, to me, that’s the most important thing.

So men & women find each other sexy & appealing for lots of reasons & as a rule one of those is not that they are a perfectly photoshopped, styled & posed model. Women need to accept that most men who fall for us aren’t in a rush to change you because they fell for what you already are. So stop hating yourself, it’s not constructive is it? I guarantee a lot of men find you attractive just the way you are. I need to remember that too because I’m just as guilty of it as the next woman. Though I do absolutely retain the right to not post the pictures I hate & to make use of those editing apps!!

I retain the copyright to my pictures but you are welcome to reblog them but not to use them for your own profit.

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FORGETTING YOUR OWN RULES You don’t have to go back far to find that time & again I fail to follow my own sensible rules to try & protect myself from the users & bastards that make up a significant proportion of the men you meet on Twitter. This picture is a strong reminder of what happens when you DO follow your rules but you don’t listen to your instincts. I’m not talking about a situation with a guy that I had any attachment too, be clear on that, but what I don’t like is that I went out of my way, and spent money I don’t have, pleasing a guy, with a particular ‘interest’ and who was faking his friendly & benign attitude from the first day. When I finally called him on it he turned on me in a split second & the ‘colours’ that had warned me off him on day one turned out to be his true colours. I’ll give his first name because nobody knows it, he doesn’t use it on Twitter, it’s Wes. He had a what seemed harmless enough fetish for a number of closely related things, one being tight wet-look leggings. As in the picture. The pictures weren’t taken just for him, there are a couple of other guys I know & like who are in to the same thing. And I was quite happy to please/cheer up one of them in particular. Far more than Wes. But still the lies rankle & the fact that I did more for him than anyone ever before (and I guarantee I won’t be doing this again for any single person) and he was never grateful & of course, that he lied to me throughout. It’s yet another salutary reminder that people, men, can & will do/say anything to get what THEY want because there was nothing whatsoever in it for me. It’s the same old introduction. A new follower, one who actually talks to you unlike the vast majority, rolls up & being me I’m always happy to talk to almost anyone. So he talked, a lot, and because of that I took the time & trouble to look at not only his timeline but also at who he followed & who followed him. And I didn’t like what I saw at all. It was exactly what I never want to see with any guy I’m spending a lot of time on. I cannot stress strongly enough that I’m human & I have my fears & I do have some minor prejudices. But these arise more from self-protection & lack of any experience in those matters. And from past (Twitter) experiences. I’ve got close to a few guys over the months, dangled on getting really quite close to a couple of them & stupidly learned, too late, that they are not what they seem & they were not the sort of people that I, personally, would ever want to get involved with. High risk behaviour & interests in things that sure aren’t on my list. I don’t have the time & I don’t have the inclination. Though in this (oft-repeated) interest there is no place for a woman. So my alarm bells sound when I see guys following, interacting with & hitting on men. And I don’t mean bisexual (though that doubles the competition) I mean guys in to shemales, CDs & to some extent transsexuals. That might be prejudice on my part, I know nothing about this stuff at all but as a rule these guys describe themselves as straight, while seeking sexual contact with men. Having fake tits doesn’t turn a man with a cock, no matter how attractive a woman they are ‘in the flesh’. Lift that dress and all that’s their is a fully functioning cock & a person you can only have anal sex with, just with bonus of tits. They’re not on their way to becoming women, I get the being born in the wrong body bit, the need for a sex change. I met these confused & challenged people when I was a nurse. It’s a long & lonely road to becoming what they know they truly are. It’s not an easy choice & there are widespread life-changing impacts that can’t be reversed. I have no issue with them although I know how hard it is for their families. I wish them luck & happiness. But it’s not them that bother me, it’s ‘straight’ guys in high risk sexual relationships with men. And I’ve covered this before. I can’t handle it & as for them, well they are bi at best & in most cases in complete denial. Sexually high risk. If they want to chat with me, follow me, flirt with me, that’s fine but if they’re hinting at something more that’s not. My window of opportunity is too small & fear of sexual health risks far too high. If I met these guys in RL then I’d never know but on Twitter you do. Anyway, the more we talked it seems smart to check this guy out. So I did. Those he followed were by & large (too) sexually extreme (for this woman) & yet again a bunch of shemales & cross-dressers & a load of new & more extreme fetishes that I just can’t handle. Sorry for being a coward. So I told him that he wasn’t a guy I wanted to get that close to, that his interactions were ones that made me very uncomfortable. And his TL was crammed full of them. So he said he had no idea, he’d followed back anyone who followed him when he started out, he was 100% straight but just had this fetish & that was a fetish I could live with. At least in the way he explained it to me. And he went & cleared all these people out of his Twitter. Still the fetish & stuff relating to that but a lot of the fetish is one you find all over Twitter. So, somehow, I’d followed this guy back, to have these conversations. He said he was very much attracted to me, age irrelevant. At this point you back off & you say, well I do, I’m just talking to you, getting to know you, no promises & absolutely no guarantees. And honestly, in his case, absolutely no attraction on my side. I knew stuff about him that made it a no-go. No plan to meet for coffee, no meals out, none of the things (he said) he wanted but I’d humour him on the fetish. As he wasn’t the only guy out there that followed me. Very specifically it started with him asking for pictures of me in a one-piece swimming costume, not what I expected, but I had one so it was free & harmless. So I took a load (maybe not as fast he wanted, he was pushy) and frankly they were pretty dull but I had them. Then he said please send them to me. Well that was never part of the deal. I’m not anyone’s personal toy, I don’t mail out pictures bar in 1 or 2 special cases. So I said absolutely not. Not what I offered him or anyone & not something I’d be comfortable doing. Not happy. Well tough, I aim to please the masses. I said I’d post a load of them for him & I did, with v v little interest from anyone else unsurprisingly. That was maybe too specific for most. But he liked them, I was wonderful, he was so grateful. He’d love to buy me one of his favourite swimming costumes if I’d take pictures in it. I said ok, it’s no cost to me (or much use but it was his money) so I added some of the ones he’d mentioned to my Amazon wish list. He said he’d buy me one once it got to his payday. Then, in the meantime, I posted some pics in a couple of metallic outfits, I’m having a metallic moment right now. And he really liked those. And he was still messaging me asking me to consider letting him take me out for a NSA meal when I was next south. Over & over. I just wasn’t interested, not my type, I knew enough about him to know that. Nothing in common. Someone to chat to, not someone to date. I’ve far from posted all the metallic pictures but he wanted me to post lots more. Not happening, they get drip-fed out. Nobody wants to see the same thing over & over & one guys sexy is another’s blah no matter how much I may like metallic/sparkly atm. And if I’d not post more then I should email them to him. Er, no, I shouldn’t. We’d had that conversation before. I’d been quite clear. But if you’ve done someone a big favour once then instead of being grateful they just want more. And between harmless contacts there were gentle prods towards wet look leggings, as in the picture. No offer to buy them of course & no sign of the swimming costume but I am just too stupidly polite to raise that. Polite is one of my biggest failings. Another guy who follows me & I him, was going through a tough time & I like him. I wanted to cheer him up. Wet look leggings were one of the things he loved & there was one other guy as well. So, my hand in my pocket, again but bcos the other guy wasn’t in a position to buy himself much let alone me. And I found them cheap too. Took me 2 or 3 weeks to get the chance to take the pictures, I do have some sort of a life. And Wes was pushing again but this was more for the other guy & being a decent human being he wasn’t. At all. So I took the pictures, edited them, amongst about 500 others & posted one. Which was generally popular but, happily, really cheered up my genuinely unhappy guy too. Full of his usual comments & so pleased. Not Wes, 2 paydays down, no swimming costume & he wanted me to post more of the leggings pictures. And take more wet look leggings & metallic pictures. I was still editing the last ones. And at this point I’m getting just a little pissed off. So my hand in my pocket & I bought more wet look & metallic (in one item) clothes. Then the ‘I want pictures in high-shine tights & layered pictures (tights over stockings), no knickers necessary. Must be shiny, really shiny. Go to this website & buy some’. I have to wonder where the fuck my brain is sometimes. We’re not talking ordinary glossy stockings you can buy at M&S, no we’re talking specialist tights, dancer’s tights. And you could buy more wet-look & zentai stuff there too. 2 pairs of shiny tights, £24. I’m up to well over £60 for this guy who delivered nothing in return. Bar (fantasy) offers for meals out (and a relationship I never wanted) & no swimming costume that I didn’t want or need but that he wanted. I’d had no chance to take the pictures & I still haven’t had the chance. So he’s on my back, again. If I can’t get those pictures taken then could I do some special pictures for him when I do…. So “What do you mean special?” I asked Wes. Straight back, by email (major lapse of judgement there, giving him my email) “I mean I want you to take some & send them to only me”. I can be pretty easygoing (honest) but that’s the final straw. Told him to back off & I’d already done far far more for him than I’d ever done for anyone else. And he let rip. Uptight bitch. Self-centred. Think I’m better than him. I was nobody special. Arrogant. He didn’t give a fuck about me. Who was I to refuse him? I could go to hell. I was stuck up. Selfish. Worthless. Who did I think I was? 3 emails in 30 minutes full of abuse & derogatory remarks. For the one man I’d done far more favours for than pretty much all the others put together. Full of hate. Well it’s a relief to have blocked him. A relief to not have the constant chip chip chip of demands. Offers of a relationship I never wanted & I had no intention of ever meeting the guy. And now, when you block someone & they don’t block you back you can still see their account. And he’s back to hitting on men & his polite tweets are far more crude. True colours. What I saw in his TL & following when first I looked. And when he said he didn’t know how he’d ended up following those people, well that was a lie. He cleaned up his account just to get what he wanted from me. A temporary measure. I used to say that we can’t change who follows us but we have full control over who we follow. But that’s not true. If you’re straight, as he said he was, and gay men, shemales etc follow you well there’s a block button you know. If you really don’t want their attention. The fact that someone hasn’t pressed it is all you need to know. So no emotional hurt or damage to me this time. Just the realisation that I’m just far too kind, that I give everyone the benefit of the doubt when the facts are already in front of me & they’ve done nothing to earn it, that men can & will say or do anything to get what they want, and that faking being a decent human being is easily done. In the short term. And that, as ever, it’s a serious mistake to follow almost any man. And I feel so fucking stupid of course. And poorer. And poor, which is very relative, is something that is staring me in the face at the moment & I am done with buying clothes for pictures. Especially when I already have more than I know what to do with & have yet to take pictures in. Which also makes me stupid. On the plus side I guess I’m a nice person, I just wish the bad ones came with labels. I retain the copyright to my pictures but you are welcome to reblog them but not to use them for your own profit.

FORGETTING YOUR OWN RULES

You don’t have to go back far to find that time & again I fail to follow my own sensible rules to try & protect myself from the users & bastards that make up a significant proportion of the men you meet on Twitter. This picture is a strong reminder of what happens when you DO follow your rules but you don’t listen to your instincts. I’m not talking about a situation with a guy that I had any attachment too, be clear on that, but what I don’t like is that I went out of my way, and spent money I don’t have, pleasing a guy, with a particular ‘interest’ and who was faking his friendly & benign attitude from the first day. When I finally called him on it he turned on me in a split second & the ‘colours’ that had warned me off him on day one turned out to be his true colours.

I’ll give his first name because nobody knows it, he doesn’t use it on Twitter, it’s Wes. He had a what seemed harmless enough fetish for a number of closely related things, one being tight wet-look leggings. As in the picture. The pictures weren’t taken just for him, there are a couple of other guys I know & like who are in to the same thing. And I was quite happy to please/cheer up one of them in particular. Far more than Wes. But still the lies rankle & the fact that I did more for him than anyone ever before (and I guarantee I won’t be doing this again for any single person) and he was never grateful & of course, that he lied to me throughout. It’s yet another salutary reminder that people, men, can & will do/say anything to get what THEY want because there was nothing whatsoever in it for me.

It’s the same old introduction. A new follower, one who actually talks to you unlike the vast majority, rolls up & being me I’m always happy to talk to almost anyone. So he talked, a lot, and because of that I took the time & trouble to look at not only his timeline but also at who he followed & who followed him. And I didn’t like what I saw at all. It was exactly what I never want to see with any guy I’m spending a lot of time on. I cannot stress strongly enough that I’m human & I have my fears & I do have some minor prejudices. But these arise more from self-protection & lack of any experience in those matters. And from past (Twitter) experiences.

I’ve got close to a few guys over the months, dangled on getting really quite close to a couple of them & stupidly learned, too late, that they are not what they seem & they were not the sort of people that I, personally, would ever want to get involved with. High risk behaviour & interests in things that sure aren’t on my list. I don’t have the time & I don’t have the inclination. Though in this (oft-repeated) interest there is no place for a woman. So my alarm bells sound when I see guys following, interacting with & hitting on men. And I don’t mean bisexual (though that doubles the competition) I mean guys in to shemales, CDs & to some extent transsexuals. That might be prejudice on my part, I know nothing about this stuff at all but as a rule these guys describe themselves as straight, while seeking sexual contact with men. Having fake tits doesn’t turn a man with a cock, no matter how attractive a woman they are ‘in the flesh’. Lift that dress and all that’s their is a fully functioning cock & a person you can only have anal sex with, just with bonus of tits. They’re not on their way to becoming women, I get the being born in the wrong body bit, the need for a sex change. I met these confused & challenged people when I was a nurse. It’s a long & lonely road to becoming what they know they truly are. It’s not an easy choice & there are widespread life-changing impacts that can’t be reversed. I have no issue with them although I know how hard it is for their families. I wish them luck & happiness.

But it’s not them that bother me, it’s ‘straight’ guys in high risk sexual relationships with men. And I’ve covered this before. I can’t handle it & as for them, well they are bi at best & in most cases in complete denial. Sexually high risk. If they want to chat with me, follow me, flirt with me, that’s fine but if they’re hinting at something more that’s not. My window of opportunity is too small & fear of sexual health risks far too high. If I met these guys in RL then I’d never know but on Twitter you do.

Anyway, the more we talked it seems smart to check this guy out. So I did. Those he followed were by & large (too) sexually extreme (for this woman) & yet again a bunch of shemales & cross-dressers & a load of new & more extreme fetishes that I just can’t handle. Sorry for being a coward. So I told him that he wasn’t a guy I wanted to get that close to, that his interactions were ones that made me very uncomfortable. And his TL was crammed full of them. So he said he had no idea, he’d followed back anyone who followed him when he started out, he was 100% straight but just had this fetish & that was a fetish I could live with. At least in the way he explained it to me. And he went & cleared all these people out of his Twitter. Still the fetish & stuff relating to that but a lot of the fetish is one you find all over Twitter.

So, somehow, I’d followed this guy back, to have these conversations. He said he was very much attracted to me, age irrelevant. At this point you back off & you say, well I do, I’m just talking to you, getting to know you, no promises & absolutely no guarantees. And honestly, in his case, absolutely no attraction on my side. I knew stuff about him that made it a no-go. No plan to meet for coffee, no meals out, none of the things (he said) he wanted but I’d humour him on the fetish. As he wasn’t the only guy out there that followed me.

Very specifically it started with him asking for pictures of me in a one-piece swimming costume, not what I expected, but I had one so it was free & harmless. So I took a load (maybe not as fast he wanted, he was pushy) and frankly they were pretty dull but I had them. Then he said please send them to me. Well that was never part of the deal. I’m not anyone’s personal toy, I don’t mail out pictures bar in 1 or 2 special cases. So I said absolutely not. Not what I offered him or anyone & not something I’d be comfortable doing. Not happy. Well tough, I aim to please the masses. I said I’d post a load of them for him & I did, with v v little interest from anyone else unsurprisingly. That was maybe too specific for most. But he liked them, I was wonderful, he was so grateful. He’d love to buy me one of his favourite swimming costumes if I’d take pictures in it. I said ok, it’s no cost to me (or much use but it was his money) so I added some of the ones he’d mentioned to my Amazon wish list. He said he’d buy me one once it got to his payday.

Then, in the meantime, I posted some pics in a couple of metallic outfits, I’m having a metallic moment right now. And he really liked those. And he was still messaging me asking me to consider letting him take me out for a NSA meal when I was next south. Over & over. I just wasn’t interested, not my type, I knew enough about him to know that. Nothing in common. Someone to chat to, not someone to date. I’ve far from posted all the metallic pictures but he wanted me to post lots more. Not happening, they get drip-fed out. Nobody wants to see the same thing over & over & one guys sexy is another’s blah no matter how much I may like metallic/sparkly atm. And if I’d not post more then I should email them to him. Er, no, I shouldn’t. We’d had that conversation before. I’d been quite clear. But if you’ve done someone a big favour once then instead of being grateful they just want more. And between harmless contacts there were gentle prods towards wet look leggings, as in the picture. No offer to buy them of course & no sign of the swimming costume but I am just too stupidly polite to raise that. Polite is one of my biggest failings.

Another guy who follows me & I him, was going through a tough time & I like him. I wanted to cheer him up. Wet look leggings were one of the things he loved & there was one other guy as well. So, my hand in my pocket, again but bcos the other guy wasn’t in a position to buy himself much let alone me. And I found them cheap too. Took me 2 or 3 weeks to get the chance to take the pictures, I do have some sort of a life. And Wes was pushing again but this was more for the other guy & being a decent human being he wasn’t. At all.

So I took the pictures, edited them, amongst about 500 others & posted one. Which was generally popular but, happily, really cheered up my genuinely unhappy guy too. Full of his usual comments & so pleased. Not Wes, 2 paydays down, no swimming costume & he wanted me to post more of the leggings pictures. And take more wet look leggings & metallic pictures. I was still editing the last ones. And at this point I’m getting just a little pissed off. So my hand in my pocket & I bought more wet look & metallic (in one item) clothes.

Then the ‘I want pictures in high-shine tights & layered pictures (tights over stockings), no knickers necessary. Must be shiny, really shiny. Go to this website & buy some’. I have to wonder where the fuck my brain is sometimes. We’re not talking ordinary glossy stockings you can buy at M&S, no we’re talking specialist tights, dancer’s tights. And you could buy more wet-look & zentai stuff there too. 2 pairs of shiny tights, £24. I’m up to well over £60 for this guy who delivered nothing in return. Bar (fantasy) offers for meals out (and a relationship I never wanted) & no swimming costume that I didn’t want or need but that he wanted.

I’d had no chance to take the pictures & I still haven’t had the chance. So he’s on my back, again. If I can’t get those pictures taken then could I do some special pictures for him when I do….

So “What do you mean special?” I asked Wes. Straight back, by email (major lapse of judgement there, giving him my email) “I mean I want you to take some & send them to only me”. I can be pretty easygoing (honest) but that’s the final straw. Told him to back off & I’d already done far far more for him than I’d ever done for anyone else. And he let rip. Uptight bitch. Self-centred. Think I’m better than him. I was nobody special. Arrogant. He didn’t give a fuck about me. Who was I to refuse him? I could go to hell. I was stuck up. Selfish. Worthless. Who did I think I was? 3 emails in 30 minutes full of abuse & derogatory remarks. For the one man I’d done far more favours for than pretty much all the others put together. Full of hate.

Well it’s a relief to have blocked him. A relief to not have the constant chip chip chip of demands. Offers of a relationship I never wanted & I had no intention of ever meeting the guy. And now, when you block someone & they don’t block you back you can still see their account. And he’s back to hitting on men & his polite tweets are far more crude. True colours. What I saw in his TL & following when first I looked. And when he said he didn’t know how he’d ended up following those people, well that was a lie. He cleaned up his account just to get what he wanted from me. A temporary measure.

I used to say that we can’t change who follows us but we have full control over who we follow. But that’s not true. If you’re straight, as he said he was, and gay men, shemales etc follow you well there’s a block button you know. If you really don’t want their attention. The fact that someone hasn’t pressed it is all you need to know.

So no emotional hurt or damage to me this time. Just the realisation that I’m just far too kind, that I give everyone the benefit of the doubt when the facts are already in front of me & they’ve done nothing to earn it, that men can & will say or do anything to get what they want, and that faking being a decent human being is easily done. In the short term. And that, as ever, it’s a serious mistake to follow almost any man.

And I feel so fucking stupid of course. And poorer. And poor, which is very relative, is something that is staring me in the face at the moment & I am done with buying clothes for pictures. Especially when I already have more than I know what to do with & have yet to take pictures in. Which also makes me stupid.

On the plus side I guess I’m a nice person, I just wish the bad ones came with labels.

I retain the copyright to my pictures but you are welcome to reblog them but not to use them for your own profit.

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I like this picture, obviously. And because I guess my Tumblr is going to be a bit heavy for the next couple of weeks you, and I, need some rather more joyful things to look at & to think about. I’m not just a disaster area who’s so completely stressed out that all of me disappears beneath this nightmare. So this is to remind you & to remind me that some of the best things in life are free. All you need to do is find that special person. And remember that sex is fun. It’s been something that’s scared me for so long I need to find the fun in it again. And yes, being me, I don’t mean screwing around. It’s an intense connection & the closest you can be to another human. And all that makes you live longer, it’s good for you in lots of ways. So, please?

I like this picture, obviously. And because I guess my Tumblr is going to be a bit heavy for the next couple of weeks you, and I, need some rather more joyful things to look at & to think about.

I’m not just a disaster area who’s so completely stressed out that all of me disappears beneath this nightmare. So this is to remind you & to remind me that some of the best things in life are free. All you need to do is find that special person. And remember that sex is fun. It’s been something that’s scared me for so long I need to find the fun in it again.

And yes, being me, I don’t mean screwing around. It’s an intense connection & the closest you can be to another human. And all that makes you live longer, it’s good for you in lots of ways.

So, please?

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My Favourite Pictures - Number Sixteen This is one of my most recent pics, definitely improved by the editing. But for me it’s also about getting the outfit right, and I loved the Maddona-esque corset. Loved the necklace & earrings. Loved the centre focus on my nipples. Loved the colours. I posted it at a good time, I try to save my best pictures for when most people are likely to be around. So I can’t blame timing for the apathy can I? It’s about £50 (visible, more if you include stockings, boots, other jewellery that I was wearing but you couldn’t see in that 1 picture of that outfit) of my money on there alone. And in total I guess I’ve spent well in excess of £2.5k & weeks of my pointless life trying to produce my photographs. I take pride in my photographs, and I think about every one. I try to please every mainstream interest & sometimes some more ‘specialist’ but common interests too. And for what? I’m beginning to wonder what the hell I think I’m doing on Twitter & to a lesser extent on here. I could have just opened my legs or spread my ass or shoved my tits right up to the camera & taken 10-15 pictures a year ago & done what so many women do. Just post & re-post & post those same pictures pretty much on a loop. Add a new one in every few weeks, something that takes 5 seconds to do. Basically that not only keeps 99.9% of men more than happy & but interested too. They’ll get favourited or retweeted 50 times, every time. A load of eggs will say they’d love to shove their cocks in there & as a rule you don’t actually need to stretch yourself to talk to them, except maybe say ‘mmmmmm’ or ‘yeah, baby, I’d love that’ every now & then. If you can stretch to a bio then just say “im bisexaul” and you’ll be fighting them off. And you can lie back & know you’re sexy & very desirable because 10,000 eggs follow you & so lots of people like you. Or rather they’d like to fuck you. Like a porn-star. And it doesn’t matter what you look like or how you present yourself or whether you have only 2 brain cells to rub together. There will always be someone who’d fuck you bcos you’d spent 5 mins taking some shitty pictures & that’s all men really ever want. Suggest you’re up to fuck anything & the world is your oyster. However if you’re me, you have a few brain cells & a load of self-respect, that you take pride in your appearance & think that maybe not all men are animals you’re riding for a fall. Try & take some pictures that are hopefully a bit different. Don’t spread your legs or your ass cheeks. Ask them to use their imagination, just a little. Buy a shed-load of sexy lingerie, accessories, and shoes, not forgetting the stuff you buy because men want to see you in it (but they’re not putting their hands in their pockets, that’s your responsibility). Spend hours editing the pics you’ve taken to make them better & then you have to watermark them because Twitter is full of men trying to steal your pictures & then pass them off as their own (while pretending to be women to make money out of the guys who follow them). Though actually mostly they’re more likely to not steal mine because stupidly I don’t spread my legs in my pictures. And that is a recipe for failure. Boringly my boring pictures are mine, I retain the copyright but you are welcome to reblog them but not to use them for your own profit.

My Favourite Pictures - Number Sixteen

This is one of my most recent pics, definitely improved by the editing. But for me it’s also about getting the outfit right, and I loved the Maddona-esque corset. Loved the necklace & earrings. Loved the centre focus on my nipples. Loved the colours. I posted it at a good time, I try to save my best pictures for when most people are likely to be around. So I can’t blame timing for the apathy can I?

It’s about £50 (visible, more if you include stockings, boots, other jewellery that I was wearing but you couldn’t see in that 1 picture of that outfit) of my money on there alone. And in total I guess I’ve spent well in excess of £2.5k & weeks of my pointless life trying to produce my photographs. I take pride in my photographs, and I think about every one. I try to please every mainstream interest & sometimes some more ‘specialist’ but common interests too.

And for what? I’m beginning to wonder what the hell I think I’m doing on Twitter & to a lesser extent on here. I could have just opened my legs or spread my ass or shoved my tits right up to the camera & taken 10-15 pictures a year ago & done what so many women do. Just post & re-post & post those same pictures pretty much on a loop. Add a new one in every few weeks, something that takes 5 seconds to do. Basically that not only keeps 99.9% of men more than happy & but interested too. They’ll get favourited or retweeted 50 times, every time. A load of eggs will say they’d love to shove their cocks in there & as a rule you don’t actually need to stretch yourself to talk to them, except maybe say ‘mmmmmm’ or ‘yeah, baby, I’d love that’ every now & then. If you can stretch to a bio then just say “im bisexaul” and you’ll be fighting them off.

And you can lie back & know you’re sexy & very desirable because 10,000 eggs follow you & so lots of people like you. Or rather they’d like to fuck you. Like a porn-star. And it doesn’t matter what you look like or how you present yourself or whether you have only 2 brain cells to rub together. There will always be someone who’d fuck you bcos you’d spent 5 mins taking some shitty pictures & that’s all men really ever want. Suggest you’re up to fuck anything & the world is your oyster.

However if you’re me, you have a few brain cells & a load of self-respect, that you take pride in your appearance & think that maybe not all men are animals you’re riding for a fall. Try & take some pictures that are hopefully a bit different. Don’t spread your legs or your ass cheeks. Ask them to use their imagination, just a little. Buy a shed-load of sexy lingerie, accessories, and shoes, not forgetting the stuff you buy because men want to see you in it (but they’re not putting their hands in their pockets, that’s your responsibility). Spend hours editing the pics you’ve taken to make them better & then you have to watermark them because Twitter is full of men trying to steal your pictures & then pass them off as their own (while pretending to be women to make money out of the guys who follow them). Though actually mostly they’re more likely to not steal mine because stupidly I don’t spread my legs in my pictures.

And that is a recipe for failure.

Boringly my boring pictures are mine, I retain the copyright but you are welcome to reblog them but not to use them for your own profit.

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