Sunday, November 29, 2009

NSFW November: Raquel Gibson, Miss November 2005

I actually really like Raquel Gibson, Miss November 2005. She seems to be a fun, family-oriented girl, but also a serious multitasker with plans for taking on even more, so it resulted in a surprisingly entertaining Playboy interview.


Photographs by Stephen Wayda and Arny Freytag

Plus she has a stunning pair of eyebrows. Seriously, those things are wicked-great.


Raquel–who already has a culinary school degree [from Chef Jean Pierre Cooking School in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida] and a real estate license–plans to go back to school to become a pediatrician someday, with a practice someplace warm. “I can’t stand the cold,” she says. “I can’t see myself dressed like an Eskimo walking down the streets of New York, and I’d miss going to the beach and playing football.” (“Raquel’s World Party,” Playboy, November 2005.)


Just don’t ask Miss November to go into the water–there are too many sharks. “The news will show a helicopter flying over with 200 sharks in the water and people just swimming and playing around them. I think, Are you guys dumb?”


Yes! Finally! Someone agrees with me. What the hell is the matter with you people who are all in to sharks? I believe I have the most logical phobia on the planet in my fear of sharks. I acknowledge it’s a little nuts to open my eyes in the shower every 30 seconds to check and make sure none have swum up the drain and are preparing to sink their zillion rows of teeth in to my foot, but still!

If you cannot at least muster enough care for your life not to place it in peril by descending in to the depths of the ocean (which is another planet to begin with; you cannot even breathe through your mouth under there and live), then show some fear and respect of God and his creations, both yourself and the shark. Just ugh all around and a heartfelt shudder to boot.

Raquel did not end up pursuing her degree in pediatrics, remaining busy in the spokesmodel and entertainment worlds instead. She often models these days with her older sister C.J. (one of her five siblings, of which she is the baby). They bill themselves as the Gibson Sisters.


CJ Gibson. Yes, I found and used the one picture of her in a Yankees jersey probably in existence. It’s my blog!

If you are interested in some lengthy flash presentations and embedded music that you have to scour the creatively font-faced page to turn off, give Raquel’s official site a spin. She asks that you please not contact her to attempt to book anything pornograhpic or TFP.


Oh my god, how dare you imply she would do pornographic modeling with her sister, what is the matter with you?!

TFP = Trade for Prints, a handy piece of largely-chicanerous-publicity practice in which neither party — photographer nor model — gets any money out of the transaction; it’s purely to boost notoriety for both and is generally a very bum deal for the model, as the photog pads his portfolio and can use the pics forever in gallery shows, etc, while the model just has one more nudie photoshoot out of probably a dozen jammed in her little notebook. It’s a move that a lot of amateurs fall for; glad to see she is too wise to go for it!

Speaking of The Girls Next Door, there they are.

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Saturday, November 28, 2009

NSFW November: Jeana Tomasino Keough, Miss November 1980

Keeping up with the lovely and talented Jeana Keough (nee Tomasino), Miss November 1980, is purely exhausting. I will try to give you the highlights and just link to more in-depth explanations, because, holy heck, this woman has been one busy bee in the past few decades.


Photographed by Richard Fegley

Okay, first things first. She was married to Matt Keough, former All-Star pitcher for the Oakland A’s and, until four years ago, Billy Beane’s righthand man (read Moneyball. read Moneyball. read Moneyball.). After he was involved in a near-fatal drunk-driving hit-and-run accident in 2005, wherein he struck a pedestrian and fled the scene in a drunken daze, Keough was incarcerated for three months down in the sunny OC.

He and Ms. Tomasino parted ways not too long after that; in fact, according to this article (which calls her “Jenna” and quotes him as saying they are “fine”), it was a big “family fight” that lead him to leave the house after heavy drinking to begin with.

I actually didn’t know that about Keough, or forgot if I did hear about it. What I always think about with him is how he almost got killed in Arizona during Spring Training in the early 90’s. He got hit in the head by a ball. He survived, but it was really lucky. And thinking of that, despite that he was the pitcher and the batter almost struck him, always makes me think of the time in the early years of ball, when a spitball thrown by Carl Mays hit Earl Chapman in the head and killed him outright, making him the only player in the history of ball to get killed by a pitch, and how the spitball is now outlawed because of that and some other stuff … Keough’s situation was totally different, though — in fact, I actually am embarassed and wish I hadn’t run off on that tangent, but I got a shitload of pictures so at least there’s that.

Okay, so what has she done for us lately? Ms. Tomasino has continued to act — oh did I forget to mention she was in Mel Brooks’ History of the fucking World: Part I? because she WAS! amazing! She played the Vestal Virgin. Pretty rad, huh?!— but she is now playing a role more suited to her than that of a virgin: herself.

She was until last summer one of the women featured on Bravo’s The Real Housewives of Orange County. Here is her official site as a realtor, including a blog which is mainly just updates from her account on the twitter.

She is also an official co-spokesperson for Düzoxin, a duty she shares along with fitness model and infomercial poser Ali Sonoma; mixed-martial-artist and athletic products spokesmodel Jessica Pene (what the what?! HECK, YEAH! She sounds awesome! I am following up on her or my name is not Sportsy McViolentpants); and homemaker and makeup developer Ramona Singer, who stars on Real Housewives of New York.

Disclaimer: This post and the links I threw up just now to the spokespersons’ sites do not translate to an endorsement of the weight-loss product Düzoxin. First of all, never trust a product with an umlaut in it. I’m a big anti-umlaut guy from way back. Second, I think we all know crazy crash diets and pills are not a safe, sane, or lasting way to get fit.

The only healthy way to lose weight is diet and exercise, and the best way to get started is with the help of a qualified nutritionist or professional trainer. Orrrr you can do like I did and eat lots of Funyons and ready-cooked bacon straight out of the fridge, sit on your ass drinking Newcastle and watching ball all day, head out to pick up some teriyaki chicken bowl between games, hit a gypsy child with your car, get cursed by his grandma, and suddenly find the pounds are literally melting off.

Gypsy curse/diet and exercise. Six of one, half dozen of the other.

Though she has quit the Real Housewives, people who care about her show have hinted that she will be coming back, so don’t go breaking out the noose just yet if you’re a big fan.
“I have to work and the summer is the best time for selling real estate.
“After four years of doing this, I really needed to focus on work and doing college searching with Colton and flying off to see Shane’s games. I needed to focus on me.”
She added: “I’ve been really busy working on a book and possibly doing another show because I am kind of missing it a little bit!” (“Housewives‘ Keough hints at new show.” Martin, Lara. DigitalSpy, 27 November 2009.)

I just bet. I have a feeling that as long as she has breath in that lovely body, Ms. Tomasino will be using it to her advantage. You keep on keepin’ on, girl!

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NSFW November: Kaya Christian, Miss November 1967

Kaya Christian, Miss November 1967, was previously a diving and backstroke champ, then a water ballerina, and finally was certified as a SCUBA instructor just before this issue of Playboy went to print. I guess what I’m saying is, she’s in to watersports.


Photographed by Bill Figge and Ed DeLong

You know what I’ve noticed? It seems like the more vintage the playmate, the more the chance you will find a few butt shots. I don’t just mean shots where there is a naked hind end in the picture, I mean ones where the whole composition is framed around it; where it is solely the focal point, like you don’t even see boobs or anything else, practically.

It just seems like if a playmate is from the mid-60’s to late 70’s, you are practically guaranteed at least one photograph of the model looking over her shoulder or in profile with her ass aimed at the camera. Playboy has really went the boob-focused route since the 80’s and 90’s, all the way to the early 2000’s, and it seems it has been done at the price of the derriere. Sometimes the back side can be the best side, guys. It is now retro to have just-buns-pics in nudie spreads. Write that down.

A California native who spent her childhood in Georgia, Kaya enjoyed painting and music (so far, so good), late nights/early mornings (still solid), and listed as her idea of a good meal “shellfish and milkshakes.” Screeeee. What the unholy fuck?! Get out of the car, Ms. Christian. You’re walking. That’s easily the grossest thing I’ve heard all week, and most of my countrymen cooked a bird carcass in the last two days (the nasty phrases and descriptions that get bandied about when the subject is poultry roasting truly revolt me).

One of her turn-offs was “draft-card burners.” Oh, my. Sounds like the little swimming, naked girl has her some political opinions, enough so to list that in Playboy. Why don’t you go hoark down a bucket of oysters and a strawberry shake, sister, and save the sanctimonious shit for a rag that ain’t built on skin? Nobody cares if you uphold traditional family values (not to mention that the issue of the appropriateness of a draft for the Vietnam War was never, ever, except in the cheapest of rhetoric, about patriotism and being a good or a bad person).

This is what I was trying to point out in the last post, when I talked about Donna Edmondson and what she went through after admitting to being a virgin. The whole socio-religious-politics and porn thing just don’t mix. They don’t have to. I just think that if you try, you’re missing the point. It’s Playboy, honey. It’s not a pageant.


This is an example of a legit super-clever cover. See how her hips and ass form the bunny’s head and the straps that snake around the open back make his ears? Very nicely done. Another Beth Hyatt/Pompeo Posar pairing.

Weirdly, they talk about her work as …laboring in the catacombish darkness of one of the West Coast’s largest photo-processing labs.

Thoughts on that? She talks about going to Catalina, so she’s in So-Cal. What’s down in the LA area in the way of Kodak-Eastman, etc? Because I could not at all place that reference.

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Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Prince William's Embarrassing Encounter With Naked Rugby Players

Prince William came face-to-face with a rather embarrassing situation when he bumped into naked All Blacks rugby team players during his New Zealand visit.

The 27-year-old British royal had arranged to meet the players, but strolled in as they were still in the showers.

“The Prince did a bit of a double-take, but actually dealt pretty well with what could have been embarrassing,” the Sun quoted an All Blacks source as saying.

“Some of the boys were more awkward. I think they’d have felt more comfortable being dressed more appropriately – or being dressed at all!” the source added.

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Sunday, November 22, 2009

I am Naked. I am Cold.

Lying down on this cement floor. My ass cheeks kissing the floor reluctantly, as my balls in scream in protest. “Get up fool, have some respect, you are making me go bluuuuueeeee….”

Yes, my balls talk. But I can’t move. Instead, I lie in the place that I fell. I had too much. Fucking Charlie!

Now what’s different here is, I normally write a post about what I have done being stoned. Today I was thinking of what to write and I thought that maybe I should write something I haven’t done and then do it before I post. So, I planned to fuck myself up by smoking a big J alone. It’s a Saturday. It’s raining and I am at home bored. So I decided to make a big night of it. My idea for a big night alone, smoke a big one and lie down in the cold darkness, naked and alone and think.

Now this is what actually happened. So I rolled, I smoked. Had some trouble finding a light, and had to go to the gas cooker to light the damn thing, and it was a bit scary. I don’t like playing with fire, unless it’s metaphorical. After I was done, I took of my ‘Sexy’ Boxers and lay down on the cold cement floor of my room. It was so cold. Yet I did not want to move. And seriously, my balls were protesting.

So I lay there immobilized, slowly losing my motor skills and grinning into the darkness. This was liberating. Wish I was up on a ledge or something with the cold night air around me instead of the confines of my little room. I was playing music in the background. My favourite band, jamming it loud. Deffa stoner music, I tell you. It was amazing. All the intricate little details of the song were magnified and listening to it made my heart race. This is everything I had planned to do for the night. The next is when my mind took over my plans and decided to change them.

I couldn’t stay down much longer. Part of me wanted to get up and part of me just want to be the vegetable on the floor. I debated this for a long time. Long time because my mind started going haywire and I forgot about what decision I was taking and thought about other stuff. Like, what would happen if I died right now? How would my parents justify what I was doing in my final hours? What if I had a twin, would he be as awesome as me? Would he do the same things I do? That would be weird though.

Then I finally decided to get up when my favourite song was playing. It was as task and the world spun a bit, but I did get up. Now what do I do? I could feel the music in my veins, slowly talking over. The solemn guitar riffs and the thudding double bass were taking over my body. Everything that made them the best band in the world was taking over me. And then I began head-banging like crazy, like I have never before. In the dark, I couldn’t see shit. This was liberation at its ultimate. I cranked up the volume more and fucking banged like I was watching them live. Air guitar man, I was the air guitar god I nmy own little naked universe. And I gotta tell you, I was naked… my head wasn’t the only thing banging ;)

Disclaimer: This post is somewhat disjointed, for the sole reason that I was very ‘jointed’ when I wrote this.

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Saturday, November 21, 2009

NSFW November: Kai Brendlinger, Miss November 1964

I’m going to go ahead and let the Playboy interview with Miss November 1964, the lovely and talented Kai Bredlinger, almost totally speak for itself.


Photographed by Pompeo Posar


AMBITIONS:
Modeling.
TURN-ONS:
Men. (data sheet).

Ms. Brendlinger did get slightly more specific about that wacky “men” fetish of hers in the more detailed article that accompanied her pictorial:She eschews the possibility of ever becoming a career woman and anxiously looks toward the day when she can move to the wide-open spaces with her special brand of male, who will be “tall, fair, and smart enough to know he doesn’t have to prove he’s brighter than I.” (“Hallelujah, the Hills,” Playboy, November 1964)


TURNOFFS:
Dirt — I can’t stand anything dirty.
FAVORITE BOOKS:
Only the Bible and I still don’t understand it.

No kiddin’.

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I love qualitative research

Nerd heaven: after midnight on Friday, and I’ve just spent the past several hours transcribing my latest research interview, drinking and naked in bed. Doing research on kink for credit is absolute joy, one part subversive and one part dutiful; somehow, it works.

Things I’m noticing in this interview:

  • I’m speaking very different on this recording, and I wonder if it’s because on the personality of the interviewee, the setting, or the fact that it’s a guy.
  • I’m a high-talker at the beginning of my sentences. When I make a statement, it sounds like a ski-jump: starting really high and slow, gradually picking up speed and lowering in tone, and soaring with babble. Sometimes I land it, sometimes I don’t. All this in spite of my resolution to speak more concisely and to eliminate irritating and embarrassing idiosyncrasies from my speech.
  • In the previous interview as well as this one, if you look at speed and deliberate articulation, people seem to speak either peaks or valleys: either we start slowly, then speak quickly and flightily, then finish the sentence methodically; or, we start in a rush, plod through the middle, and hurry out of the sentence.

I really enjoy both the interviews (especially being as open-ended as they are at this stage in the research) and the close inspection of the transcription. It makes me want to do a Ph.D, again. My supervisor and I have been talking about spending next semester preparing the research for publication and/or conference presentation, too.

Anyway, enough of that, and off to bed.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Mirrors on the Ceiling

Backwards and upside down in the twilight, that man on all fours, his head dangling and suffused, his lean haunches, the area of darkness, the flanks and ass narrow and pale as a deer’s and those testicles hanging down toward the center of the earth like plummets.

 

 

When I swayed from side to side they swayed, it was so dark I couldn’t tell if they were silver, or primrose, or plum. I cannot get over moving toward her upside down in the mirror like a fly on the ceiling, his head hanging down and his tongue long and dark as an anteater’s going toward her body. He was so clearly an animal. he was an Apache creeping naked and noiseless, and when I looked at him he looked at me so directly, his eyes so dark, his stare said to me I belong here, this is mine.

MY LIFE - CS PURAM-8- END OF AN ERA

Leena was married on 27.1.1997. She chose a man working in Pilips, where she worked for some time.

 I was happy, but my wife was not easily reconciled to the idea. All arrangements were made by the young couple, for their marriage according to Aryasamaj rites. About fifty people, including the parents of both, were invited.

 We left Delhi and came back to our home in the village, as I never liked metropolitan cities(mahanagaram is mahanarakam). Sudhir could not attend the wedding as he was somewhere in Madhya Pradesh, with the Narmada bachao movement. He went, wherever Medhaji went, there is a photo of both together.
Once Leena and her husband Ravi Kumar, came to our house. Ravi liked the village. We took them to my wife’s home at Shoranur and my sisters’ place at Thavanoor and Thirunnvaya.
When they left, we felt a sort of loneliness. But one cannot be isolated in the village, where it is some sort of community life.
Among the various temples we frequented, was the hill shrine of Lord Ram at Thiruvilvamala, near the railway station Lakkidi between Palakad and Ottapalam.
One peculiarity is the fact that Lakshman faces east and Ram faces west, in separate Sreecovil(sanctum) and Hanuman is outside, in a small temple.
The whole area is on top of a mountain range, with tunnels, ponds etc. offering a grand spectacle, a favourite spot for many Malayalam films, with Jayaram as the hero.
Vadamala is the favourite offering for Hanuman.
Pazhayannur Devi temple where cocks are offered as a gift for Devi, like one offers an elephant at Guruvayur temple; something really stange. In the incredible India, one can see a Ganesh temple in Rajasthan, where rats (the vehicle of Ganesh) are offered sweets, dozens of them crowding to get the ladoos, Jain sadhhoos going about stark naked in the streets and snakes living happily, along with namboodiries, sharing the same bed rooms and kitchen, at Pampumekad, where people coming with snake bites are treated.
Until recently, new born babies were sacrificed at the famous Kali temple at Kolkotha.
Chembai village is not far from our village. In honour of the famous singer Vaidynatha aiyer, who belongs to that village, every year there is a musical night, which is invariably attended by the famous Malayalam play back singer Yesudas. They all used to attend this function, except myself.

Attending marriages and funerals was compulsory. My wife likes both, I don’t. My paternal uncle, who was suffering from paralysis and was bedriden for some fifteen years, died and we went there in time, before the body was set on fire.
That was the end of an era, as all the five brothers, my father being the eldest, and a sister about who I have only heard, reached their destination. They say my aunt was very beautful. She was given in marriage to Venmani mana. She went away early, without issues.

If only she were alive !

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Danny DeVito's nude scene

American actor Danny DeVito will appear nude in the Christmas episode of his show, “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia”.

The 64-year-old Danny seemed very excited about the writers idea to appear completely naked. After filming the scene, the actor said: “I said it from the outset that I have no limits. If we do a show that has this kind of madness, then I want to go over all limits”.

Amused, he told about the moment when he remained without clothes:

“I thought it was really great and I was gung-ho about it and then you realize that you’re doing in front of two hundred background atmosphere extras. And you don’t know them and walk out greased and you know, slipping and sliding with your butt out and everything.”

Were Adam and Eve naked before the fall?

The story of the creation of man up to the time of expulsion from the Garden of Eden consists of many hard to comprehend portions that I liken to an anvil were a majority of Bible Scholars have broken their hammers. One such portion of scripture is that which refers to Adam and Eve as being naked both before the fall and after the fall. The question is: Where Adam and Eve really naked before the fall?

God and the Angels are clothed

We know from the bible that both God and the angels are dressed in white garments. When Isaiah saw the LORD, he saw that His skirt filled the temple (Isaiah 6:1). Peter too saw an angel standing before him in bright clothing (Acts 10:30). Actually we know that the heavenly beings are dressed in linen cloth.

Furthermore, we understand from the bible that God created man in his own image and likeness. If Adam resembled God, how then would he have been naked?

Understanding Adam’s nakedness

There 2 naked instances that the bible refers to in Adams case:

1. Where he was naked and not ashamed
2. Where they knew that they were naked and cover themselves with fig tree leaves.

Firstly, none of these instances refers to PHYSICAL nakedness. Secondly, these two instances refer to two different forms of spiritual nakedness.

Spiritual Nakedness Number One

And they were both naked, the man and his wife, and were not ashamed. (Genesis 2:25 KJV)

In this verse nakedness means that they were not covered with shame. Compare with the following verse:

For thy violence (SIN) against thy brother Jacob shame shall cover thee (CLOTHED), and thou shalt be cut off forever (EXPELLED FROM EDEN). (Obadiah 1:10 KJV)

Hence from this scripture we learn that shame also covers. Genesis 2:25 was actually supposed to be written like this:

And they were both naked, the man and his wife: not clothed with shame. (Genesis 2:25)

When you remove the word and, and introduce a colon instead, the meaning is clear because the word not ashamed then becomes a supportive word and not a separate meaning word.

You see it’s like saying, “Matthew was naked: he did not even wear underpants on.” The second part of the sentence is merely adding more meaning to the first part of the sentence.

This carries more meaning to me because at this time Adam had known no sin i.e. he was not guilty.

Spiritual Nakedness Number Two

And the eyes of them both were opened, and they knew that they were naked; and they sewed fig leaves together, and made themselves aprons. (Genesis 3:7 KJV)

In this verse they were not covered with righteousness. Compare with the following verses:

I put on righteousness, and it clothed me: my judgment was as a robe and a diadem. (Job 29:14)

David had the same understanding too.

Let thy priests be clothed with righteousness; and let thy saints shout for joy. (Psalms 132:9)

Isaiah had the same understanding too.

I will greatly rejoice in the LORD, my soul shall be joyful in my God; for he hath clothed me with the garments of salvation, he hath covered me with the robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom decketh himself with ornaments, and as a bride adorneth herself with her jewels. (Isaiah 61:10)

Therefore, righteousness that is to stand right with God is clothing. Which means not standing right with God is nakedness. Hence, Jesus Christ put it this way:

If I had not come and spoken unto them, they had not had sin: but now they have no cloak for their sin. (John 15:22 KJV)

You see, there is always a certain spiritual awareness of things not being right when a righteous person compromising with sin. That’s the explanation for Adam’s awareness of the second nakedness.

Were Adam and Eve naked before the fall? Certainly not! They were clothed in linen woven from durable fabric made from the spun fibers of flax found in the Garden of Eden. People who fail to comprehend this reality are those who had believed that we are apes that evolved. Dear reader, God made as humans beings and it’s an insult to Him to belittle human creation as apes.

Watch out for another post in the near future where I explain what the fig tree means and the leaves that they covered themselves with after sin. Moreover, you might be interested in knowing which sinful act they committed; this too shall be explained soon.

Remain blessed.

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Thursday, November 12, 2009

A Queen in a Mess!

This video shows how bad at communicating a person can be. During ten minutes of an interview, Carrie Prejean managed to not answer some questions The View asked her. First of all I have to say that I find it ironic that her and Sarah Palin are idolized for their Christian values, but both managed to break the rules they promote.

Instead of sitting here  judging Carrie Prejean, I would like to reflect in what would I do if I was her? She has to defend herself from the sex tape and naked pictures that are floating around, but at the same time has to keep her opinion about same-sex marriage the same. She is in a mess! It seems now that she is using her book to do clean her image from the evil gays that are now attacking her and trying to get dirt about her from her ex-boyfriends; and evil Christians who are judging her and not understanding that she is just a victim of a male-dominated society that expects women to be a sexual object.

She is probably tired of the same kind of interviews, but she really needs to be less aggressive. Although acting as a victim works well for her, and saying that she takes full responsibility for the tape is good; she should focus on answering the questions asked instead of attacking her interviewers. Whenever she felt that the questions were too charged for her, she instantly played the victim card, or the read-it-in-my-book ad. It seemed like she was more interested in selling copies of her book rather than cleaning her image. Maybe that is why she wrote the book in the first place: because she is not able to simply answer a question about the reasons of her behavior without flipping out. She would look better if she controlled herself better.

Her situation is very controversial, and she is clearly getting a lot of attention. It seems, to me, that she is very concerned in promoting her book rather than doing things right. Her answers are making her look even worse. I definitely wouldn’t want my sister to think of her as a role model.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Boobs, bikies and barely legal

This weekend is combined in the one post.

Discussion on the technicalities of various trivial items with the boss’s partner was rudely interrupted when 50 metres down the road we noticed a young male running around the corner, closely followed by a young female minus her top. The boobs, they were large and swinging. They both bobbed down and we waited. Then he sprung up and began legging it across the other side of the street. At this stage, she had recovered her top and covered up, but she decided to pursue this man and in doing so, lost her strapless top again.

Having received this information before and met with the people in question, when we were advised that bikies were in town again it was of no major concern. In fact, while managing a ‘probie’ (his terminology) who got all tight around the neck with the news, I met the bikies for 10 seconds as the walked past. They are normal people with close friends who would do anything for them.

Still they come trying their best. Children, or girls who believe they look old enough to be with the women. Yep, another bunch of girls with ID’s that clearly state they are 17 (legal age here is 18). Only this time, instead of stating the obvious, I said “ok… you can come in” she looked at me with brightness in her eyes, then I continued with “next year, when you are 18!”. I couldn’t help myself.

 

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Photos of Nude News and Nudists.

 

Traveling Naked

Avoid a fat head

It is better to be drunk than wasted

How to Travel Naked

Still Sexy after all these years

Killing you softly

FUtus

GaGaWeen

Happy GaGaWeen!

Going GaGa!

GooGoo GaGa

Oct 31 is dress up like Lady GaGa day.  Halloween is canceled!

Happy GaGaWeen!

Twin Bedpans overlooking a septic tank

Still Sexy after all these years

Killing you softly

FUtus

GaGaWeen

Happy GaGaWeen!

Going GaGa!

GooGoo GaGa

Oct 31 is dress up like Lady GaGa day.  Halloween is cancelled!

Happy GaGaWeen!

Online Job Search

Government Work

Job Search

Job Search for the Older Worker

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Elisabetta Canalis got naked for FHM magazine

Elisabeta Canalis seems to enjoy more and more international media attention after becoming George Clooney’s girlfriend.

The Italian, Clooney’s alleged future wife, posed for FHM magazine. She’s enjoying a huge wave of publicity after the rumor about her marriage with the famous American actor.

So, FHM France and Germany have published a set of photographs in which Elisabeta is posing almost nude for the magazine’s readers. Recently, the paparazzi managed to take the first photos with Elisabeta and George Clooney kising. According to tabloids, the two will marry around Christmas.

> Magician, 68, jailed six years for sex with boy

November 4, 2009 A WOMAN’S call to the police, to report a man walking around naked in the flat opposite hers, led to the exposure of a string of sexual assaults on a 12-year-old boy.

The man, a 68-year-old freelance magician, who was teaching the boy magic, had talked the secondary school student, now 13, into engaging in sex acts with him.

Yesterday, the man, who cannot be named to protect the boy’s identity, was jailed six years for the offences in July and August last year.

He had pleaded guilty in May to four counts of sexual assault. Another 11 charges were taken into consideration.

In sentencing, Justice Choo Han Teck took into account the ages of the boy and the man, the man’s personal circumstances and his lack of criminal history.

He said: ‘The accused did not commit any such offences before, and I am of the view that he would not likely repeat these offences which he had committed in a relatively late stage of his life.’

The penalty for sexual assault is up to 20 years’ jail and a fine or caning but men above the age of 50 are spared the cane.

The man, who is divorced, smiled on hearing his sentence. His son and daughter were in court.

The court heard that the magician met the boy, then 12, in August 2007 after performing at a carnival and asked if he was interested in learning magic tricks from him. The boy was keen and his father agreed to the request.

The boy began going to the man’s flat on weekends to learn the tricks and at times stayed the night. He also tagged along to help the magician.

The two became close and the boy called him ‘godfather’. The man bought him gifts, gave him pocket money and took him out for meals.

In mid-July last year, at his flat, the man asked the boy if he knew how babies were made and if he was a ‘girlie’.

He told the boy to show him his penis to prove he was not a ‘girlie’. The boy did so.

The man then performed oral sex on the boy. He asked the boy to do the same to him, but the boy refused. The man drove the boy home and told him not to tell his parents.

But later that month, the two began performing oral sex on each other. It was on one such occasion – Aug 16 – that the woman in the opposite block saw the man naked and called the police.

When they knocked on his door, he had on a pair of shorts and claimed that he was alone. But the boy was found in one of the rooms.

The man had also taken nude pictures of the boy but the photos were deleted, the court heard.

A psychiatric report on the boy said he was confused about whether he had done anything wrong with the man.

The man’s lawyer, Mr Simon Tan, said his client was feeling empty until he met the victim.

The former school bus driver was despondent after his retirement and was dealt another blow when his wife of 40 years filed for divorce. He was also depressed over the prospect of moving into an old folks’ home because his son was emigrating.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Girl, That Guy Isn't Just Your "Friend"

If only I could go back in time and have a talk with myself. I was such an idiot. But I hope I can save some girls out there from wondering what’s up with those guy “friends” they have. I’ll tell you what’s up.

I used to believe with all my naive and trusting heart that men and women could just be friends. Not only that, but great friends. Best friends. And EVERY man that I thought was my friend proved me wrong. And other males are quick to tell me why. It still took me 40-something years to believe it, but here’s what my research has told me: most men only stay around if they want to have sex with you. Not all of them, but most of them. Unless you are under the age of, say, ten or eleven. And even then, I wonder…

I’m not talking about saying “good morning” or being polite. I’m talking about friendship. Talking. Listening. The things people do when they get to know each other. Even if the idea or subject of sex comes up and you think it’s settled, that you are just friends, that no one is lusting after the other, SOMEONE is usually lying. And if it isn’t you, girlfriend, it’s him.

There is no other reason a man would a) listen to you bitch about another man b) laugh at your jokes (unless you are REALLY witty) and/or c) stay up all night talking. He MUST think there’s a chance that one day you’ll be so drunk/sad/desperate/willing/or just so tired of saying no that he will get to have sex with you. Or else he’d be with someone else. And therein lies the frustration. He likes you, obviously. So why does he have to bring up the penis/vagina thing? I don’t know. I just don’t. My wisdom ends there.

I used to think I was such an exception. I am funnier than a lot of the guys I know. I’m not hideous. I’ve always had male friends. But only a few of them never hit on me. And guess what? Most of them were gay. A couple of them had morals. And they were awesome friends, I might add.

I miss them, and only appreciate them more because everyone else has just been a huge disappointment. One day, you realize the whole time you were talking about whatever, your male “friend” was just wondering what you look like naked. It sucks, but accept it now. It will save you a lot of confusion, frustration and embarrassment. You’ll know not to put so much love, trust and confidence into a person who will walk out when you don’t put out. And according to the guys I know, and have known, it’s the only reason they hang around. Or is it just me?

Intimacy: True Love ... Story

Picking up where my last post left off, and unlike some cults and secular religions, I am not proposing that we are to unite in literal sexually intimate relations with God.  God is a spirit and the realm for which He exists, far surpasses anything that we could hope for or imagine with our earthly sexual need or actions.  The metaphor that is used throughout the scriptures is in fact the Bridegroom marrying the Bride; Christ longing for and marrying the Church both in an individual context and corporately.

If you would, humor me for a moment and allow me to slip back to earlier days and within my literary studies.  Wow, that’s almost twenty some years ago now . . . I picture Romeo, a Montague, dressed in his flamboyant and resplendent attire, his bouffant hat, and flowing feathers . . . all for the single aim of winning the heart of the one he was told to detest as his familial roots intensely disliked and had an aversion towards Juliet’s kin, surnamed, Capulet.   He was dressed up; he took the time to prepare.  And throwing small pebbles at her window, he waited for her to grace her balcony, his presence.  Just hoping, waiting for the slightest inclination that she too felt for him as he for her.    Similarly, God does the same with us.  He prepares the way for us, hoping and longing for us to show Him some kind of fondness and affection.  He tosses little pebbles our way, trying to get our attention . . . we visit . . . He sees us at our weekly worship service spilling out songs of praise love and admiration for him with our amorous sentiments.

With gentle longings the whispered words can be heard “But soft, what light though yonder window breaks,” as God’s heart begins to be ignited with passion. “It is my lady!” He exclaims, “Oh it is my love, oh that she knew she were.”  But as the norm goes, His hopes are dashed on the rocks of heartache.  Leaving Juliet’s balcony, our worship services, we return to our convoluted self-loving lives without putting any of those aroused feelings, those feelings that were ablaze less than an hour previous, into practice – without deepening our own pursuits or quest for Him – without any change in our own lives.  We leave without any reality beyond the maudlin notions of those love songs we mawkishly mouthed and we leave the Lover of our soul saddened, longing for someone to just return His affections and love.

Oh Church, our Bridegroom is yearning for His lover, us, to reflect the love He pours upon us back to Him in genuine heartfelt love.  He is longing for us to have an enduring faithful endearment, a permanent infatuation.  Not some puppy love that can be distracted by the scent of some “grand” latest bunny trail.  The Old Testament and New alike are full of examples of how the Lord rejoices over us, see Isaiah 62:5.  I remember back when I first got married to the bride of my youth.  Yes, that seems like a near century ago, but oh wow . . . I’ve never seen anyone before or since that looked so . . . hmmm exquisitely radiant.  Oh she was so beautiful!  Her radiant face shined through her veil . . . I could clearly see her bright blue eyes . . . her shiny red lips . . . her blonde hair framing her lovely face . . . hmmmm.  Everything was perfect.  With joy whelming up within my being, tears of delighted joy pooled in my eyes.  My heart was overcome with emotion and perceptual elicitations.  I really don’t recall anyone else being there.  Though photographs would dispute that notion.  They captured the images of everyone there.  But as far as I could tell, it was just she and I in that auditorium.  After the pastor pronounced that we were now one, we turned, faced each other, and I lifted her veil, exposing the most beautiful face/lady I had ever seen.  At that point the pools that had formed in the base of my eyes, now surpassed their borders, and wet my cheeks.   Leaning forward our lips met . . . oooh.  What started out as an open-eyed kiss ended in my eyes being closed as I was in utter bliss.  I don’t remember much after that.  Everything else seemed to enter into a new haze.  Yes, we walked down the aisle, yes we shook hands, gave hugs, said the customary thank yous, opened a slew of gifts, (never did get a chance to eat our cake though until a year later when we got to traditionally eat our one year anniversary pieces) and then we made it out to the streamer decorated and shoe polished car that awaited to take us to our honeymoon site.  Yes we did all of that, but . . . I was still back there, in my mind, savoring that moment of osculation when we first kissed as husband and wife.  As we sat in the car, my beautiful bride just stared at me still with those radiant blue eyes, though some of the red lipstick was now shared with me, she just gazed.  Finally breaking the silence, she said “I’ve never seen someone smile so much as you.”

God, the Lover or our soul, the Pursuer of my soul longs for me.  He yearns for you.  In the verse I mentioned previously, Ephesians 5:32, Paul is speaking of a very intimate moment, when a man and woman becomes one flesh.  Yes, it is an immense “mystery” but what he was talking about here is Christ and the Church.  Here is a dialogue that helps to illustrate how this (a relationship with our Lover and Creator) could play out:

A Dialogue:

[Young Man (God):] “I am here in my garden, my treasure, my bride! I gather my myrrh with my spices and eat my honeycomb with my honey. I drink my wine with my milk.”

[Young Women (us):] “Oh, lover and beloved, eat and drink! Yes, drink deeply of this love!”

A Monologue:

“One night as I was sleeping, my heart awakened in a dream. I heard the voice of my lover. He was knocking at my bedroom door. `Open to me, my darling, my treasure, my lovely dove,’ he said, `for I have been out in the night. My head is soaked with dew, my hair with the wetness of the night.’ 

“But I said, `I have taken off my robe. Should I get dressed again? I have washed my feet. Should I get them soiled?’ 

“My lover tried to unlatch the door, and my heart thrilled within me. 

I jumped up to open it. My hands dripped with perfume, my fingers with lovely myrrh, as I pulled back the bolt. 

I opened to my lover . . .

(I don’t want to ruin the surprise, see Song of Songs 5:1-6a)

Until later . . .

P.S. Wanna see more of my fastidious and incisive enponderments? I invite you to join me on the vectored dance floor of life as I muse on my journey through the terpsichorean edifice called life. Enter here.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Purple Glamour

Please don’t be scared by the apparent step backward this image is in quality I shot it in 2007.  Why is it here then?  Well it, along with 16 other images got accepted as a set on Zivity for  my model/friend/muse Solyria.  It’s campy, but humor was what we were going for.  Both of us are not fashion forward people by any means and Zivity prides itself on having a site that is as fashion forward as you can get with naked models. So when Solyria was accepted as a model we both knew this old forgotten set would be perfect as her first submission. Hopefully you agree.

To view the set go to http://zivity.com/photographers/MeridianSage