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An object of desire
This image, this view of a woman from behind, with a man's hands around her torso from below... I know this is supposed to be the view of a dominant woman with her submissive worshipping her, with her full of power and control, but... honestly all I can see her as is an object of desire. Though that might be a form of dominance, using his desire to control him, it's not a kind of dominance that I enjoy. I mean, what happens when you age or gain weight or lose weight or anything changes? Do you lose your power over him if your power only ever stemmed from his physical desire for you?
So that form of dominance does not fit well with me, not only for that reason, but also because then dominant women are forced into society's idea of what a woman should look like and dress when being dominant. Which is this woman in the photo we're looking at. She's wearing gloves and fishnet and a corset. She's fit and beautiful. That's all you need to be a dominant.
Now, back to what I see in this photo, because I really do enjoy it and find it gorgeous.
I really enjoy objectification. I enjoy it as an artist, seeing a beautiful human-art creation, and I enjoy it as a dominant, watching someone obey their top and remain a still and amazing piece of art or furniture. So I really do enjoy this photo, just from the opposite side. I'm viewing this in a way that suggests that she is submitting to him. She is a beautiful human statue and he is enjoying being able to play with the artwork that she has become. Those hands are in control. She's just a lovely, submissive doll.
Yes, I realize that a lot of dominants enjoy dressing up and that fit and societally-deemed beautiful people are dominant as well, but I find that they are a much smaller category than the sexy fat people I know who like to play while wearing jeans or sweatpants.
Please enjoy the photo, whichever side you prefer.
Return
Hello everyone, sorry for my little 5 week hiatus. Work and life in general have been absolutely insane. I'm back with a sexy photo to make up for my disappearance. Enjoy!
From Black Fantastix.
smiles
held
I'm not sure if this is breath play, or just a very possessive hug, but the atmosphere is so calm and soft. I don't usually care about full frontal nudity in art, but it's interesting to see a picture of two naked people touching without actually seeing their genitals or breasts.
Wheelchair Worship
From Lab Coat Lingerie.
When this picture was taken, I had barely begun adulthood and I thought my life was over. I was twenty-one. Many of my health conditions were undiagnosed or untreated. I was sick. I was tired. I wanted to think of myself as strong, but I was just a kid who was lost and confused because my body was breaking. I felt isolated from my friends, who couldn’t understand what I was going through. I couldn’t take care of myself very well. I was so tired that getting out of bed took a huge effort. If I wanted to go somewhere farther than my apartment, I had to use a power chair.
When this picture was taken, I had barely begun adulthood and I thought my life was over. I was twenty-one. Many of my health conditions were undiagnosed or untreated. I was sick. I was tired. I wanted to think of myself as strong, but I was just a kid who was lost and confused because my body was breaking. I felt isolated from my friends, who couldn’t understand what I was going through. I couldn’t take care of myself very well. I was so tired that getting out of bed took a huge effort. If I wanted to go somewhere farther than my apartment, I had to use a power chair.
I have never felt less sexy than when I
was in my wheelchair.
My chair is not sexy. It is
upholstered in a color I can only describe as “medical gray,” a color that says
“I have zero personality.” It is a color that says “I am functional and
not sexy, because why on earth would I need to be sexy?” The plastic of
the chair is red, but not a “fuck me” red. It is not a red that evokes
any sort of lust or hints at any secret desire. It is a “we needed to
make this a customizable, so you have a choice of red or blue, isn’t that nice”
red. The chair as a whole is bulky and not especially well-designed for
comfort. Form, I suspect, was not a factor in its design. It is
simple, but inelegant, minimalist only insofar as it has few features. It
is almost purely designed for the function of getting from point A to point B,
and, truthfully, not very well even for that.
Disabled sexuality is virtually erased
in our society. People with disabilities are, at best, considered
nonsexual, entirely lacking in sexual identity. At worst, we are seen as
perverts merely for having sexual desires. And
we are, above all, undesirable.
The aesthetic of my power chair reflects this–why bother make something sexy
when the person using it isn’t going to be having sex?
There is a difference between impairment
and disability. To borrow a definition from Stacey Milbern, “impairment is the reality of what
your body is able to do, and disability is what society disallows your body to
do because it has an impairment.” I have a degenerative illness.
Whether I am in a wheelchair or not, my body is impaired. Pain and
fatigue are not perceivable by the naked eye. But once I sit in my
wheelchair, my disability becomes visible and I can no longer “pass” for able-bodied. When I sit in my
wheelchair, the status of my disability does not change, but the way society
views me does. Suddenly I am an object of pity rather than desire.
When I roll down the street, people avert their eyes.
I don’t want people to see “past” my
disability. I want them to see me as a whole person, including my
impairments. I have fucked someone in my wheelchair. (I have fucked
a couple of someones in my wheelchair, actually, I mean, not to brag or
anything.) It was physically awkward and uncomfortable, and also? incredibly
hot, because I was living out this idea, that my illness is a part of who I am,
deserving of love, just like the rest of me. I also tended to dress more
provocatively when using my chair for a similar reason–I wanted to forcibly
turn people’s eyes toward me, to demand from them the desire that I knew I
deserved.
The photo at the beginning of this post
is one of the oldest sexy pictures I have of myself. I took it to make a
point. I wanted to confront people with their preconceptions about
disability and desirability. With this picture, I wanted to do what
social norms prevented me from doing, to scream, “Look at me! SEE me.
Recognize me as who I am, a sexual being!”
I no longer use my
powerchair. I still have it, but I am on a combination of medications
that render it unnecessary, at least for the moment. I do still use a
manual wheelchair in certain circumstances. I dream of the day when
pushing my wheelchair is seen as a service, not a chore. Some day sleek,
sexy wheelchairs will be the norm. Some day someone will worship my
wheelchair, and me, in my wheelchair. When that day comes, I will
sit as in a throne, and I will be powerful and broken and beautiful and whole.
**
I really have nothing to add to this entry from Lab Coat Lingerie, except that I felt it was important to share it.
over the table
It seems I have to write either something insightful or 'oo, pretty' for each post.
This will be another 'oo, pretty'.
I like the bicep cuffs. That'd look really sexy on my boy.
A portrait in rope
From Peter Stanton.
A couple
Haaaa...
Seriously, look through their pictures. This scarification turns out beautifully and she wears it very well. Her daddy doesn't appear in many photos, but the fact that they took a photo of him disinfecting, wearing gloves and holding her so gently makes me so happy.
They have pictures of their studio, which is not only gorgeous, but obviously set up for frequent and imaginative play. Not only this, but all the pictures are really artistic and absolutely stunning. They have some great bondage too...
Not only is the photo beautiful, soft skin, nipple piercings, purple rope... but the bondage is asymmetrical! Does anyone remember me fetishizing asymmetrical bondage earlier? It's been awhile! I don't find this sort of asymmetry very often.
Also, she's adorable and has a strap on. :)
This blog makes me happy. Everyone should be happy and read blogs about sweet and creative bdsm couples in love.
:)
Soft and suspended
If you like this, you should go say thank you to Jim Duvall.
To dress as a woman
I really don't even know what to say about this picture, except that he is absolutely stunning and this is what I love about crossdressing. Because he is absolutely beautiful and just as hairy and muscular as a man can be. And he can still wear a beautiful corset, garters and stockings. He can be delicate and feminine and manly and fuzzy and muscular and drop-dead gorgeous all at once. This is why I love crossdressing.
Not because women are more submissive, not because men believe women to be sluts and therefore dressing as a woman means dressing as a slut, but because sometimes they look gorgeous in clothing designated for women. Sometimes it's just lovely.
And sometimes they can be a dirty, filthy little girl in frilly panties, and that's okay.
Sometimes, I think people forget that as long as everyone's consenting, fetishes and kinks don't really hurt anyone. Maybe we should just let them be.
Apparently I did know what to say about this picture. Huh.
This epiphany has been awhile coming. I've been debating the misogyny of crossdressing with a few other female dominants and reading a lot about it. It's just like any kink, especially those that can be insulting. Race play, consensual nonconsent... so many of these things can be construed as racist, misogynistic, homophobic, whatever, but it's not meant to be seen from outside, in a way. What's important is what the people involved are getting out of it.
If you're involved and it squicks you, remove yourself. Call red. It's that simple.
symmetry of skin
Your beautiful photos make me happy. Especially the fat-positive ones.
*wipes up drool*
So happy...
So, you know how I wished this picture could be turned into a photo?
I GOT MY WISH!
I love when things happen this way. Just look at this photo! It's absolutely gorgeous!
By the very talented (and mind-reading) John Williams. Check out the rest of his gallery, it's definitely worth it.
Leather bondage
From Adriana Munoz.
Supermodels and Tulips
So, what do supermodels and tulips have in common? Less and less. But...
about, but...), where he talks about beauty, in nature and our subconscious, correlating to health: symmetry, size, colour, etc. The healthier something (a plant, animal, human) is, the more beautiful we perceive it to be.
I'm reading Michael Pollan's fantastic book The Botany of Desire (I find it really sad that this is the first thing that pops up when I Google 'botany'. Yes, it's a great book, but it's not "Botany"! And that most of what came up was about the show, which, again, I was happy to find out
about, but...), where he talks about beauty, in nature and our subconscious, correlating to health: symmetry, size, colour, etc. The healthier something (a plant, animal, human) is, the more beautiful we perceive it to be.There are, of course, exceptions. Like the tulip. During the 17th century Dutch tulipomania (great word, that. It's reading as a typo, of course, but it's a real word), the most prized flowers were 'broken'--they had a contrasting patch of colour on each petal. People noticed that these flowers had fewer bulblets (I don't remember the actual word and don't feel like looking it up) making them even more valuable, but they had no idea why until the invention of the microscope. That's right. The beautiful pattern was caused by a virus that weakened and eventually killed the flower, so now any tulip that emerges showing the broken pattern...is killed. We don't have them anymore. Beauty doesn't always mean health, especially with people. (Another wonderful example that Pollan doesn't mention is the 19th century vogue for looking consumptive. Logically, it makes no sense: people with consumption are not healthy [or particularly beautiful] but, for a time, it was beauty).
Which, of course, brings me to our own whacky time, and the reason I made the link in my sleepy brain last night. Illixim is beautiful. Like, freaking gorgeous. And built like Henry VIII, like a good, proper, round nobleman. None of this scrawny, peasanty shit. She's round and healthy and...fertile? ...that's just creepy. Anyway. But now, of course, our ideal has shifted. "She's not healthy. She's fat."* Well, how does the exact same person, shifted across a few centuries, become a completely different state of being, a totally different ideal? If most of our current ideal people were moved back in time, and had the privilege of being noble, everyone would be trying to fatten the poor dying things up! (they also would have laughed their asses off at body builders. Muscle meant you worked.)
Can't we find a happy medium, where we can move past our biology (or worse, culture) and realize that weight and health and beauty are subjective, if they're even very interconnected? My philosophy about weight (and no, I don't always remember this when I have to go buy new pants) is this: as long as you can do what you need to and you want to in your life, then be whatever weight you are. If you find that your weight is interfering with something you want to do (or muscle, or endurance, or whatever), then change it. If not, why not? Why let an arbitrary, and obviously fluctuating ideal influence your life?
(lol, I feel kind of bad for always posting long, boring rants. Illixim's the fun one. "Here, look at sexy, naked pictures. Don't mind my wife's ranting, here, pretty pretty!" Although, c'mon, that painting of Henry the Eighth is damn sexy. I'll give you a random oddity: if you scroll down to the bottom,
| Preceded by "(I Can't Get No) Satisfaction" by The Rolling Stones | Billboard Hot 100 number one single "I'm Henry VIII, I Am" by Herman's Hermits August 7, 1965 (one week) | Succeeded by "I Got You Babe" by Sonny and Cher |
Really? It comes right between that and that?)
*Not my views
Human sink
Though personally I'd rather the 'man' not be wearing pants. This is still beautiful and I would pay a great deal of money for a sink like this.
From planet damage.
Held back
All together now;
Ooooohhh....
Aaaaaahhh....
From the very talented Contorted 4 Life.
beautiful rope
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