For this week’s white prompt, here is my bottom – plain and simple.
“Let us learn to appreciate there will be times when the trees will be bare, and look forward to the time when we may pick the fruit.” Anton Chekhov
As many of you know, I’m on a travel quest to visit all the EU member states before next March (well, the 14 I hadn’t already visited). Friends and colleagues regularly say ‘ooh, you should blog about it’ and I chuckle as I brush them off with claims of not enough time. Little do they know how fruitful my travels have been – from shots of my tits on balconies and beaches, plus arse and cock!
After a couple of months in the drawer my passport is back in service this weekend and gosh the temperature has dropped in the last eight weeks! That and the fact that my travel companion is my aunt means this weekend isn’t the time for public nudity. But I wanted to bring you a flavour of stark grey wintry Bulgaria and so I laid a shot of the bare trees around the Russian Army Monument over one of me taken in my much cosier Airbnb!
“Photography is an immediate reaction, drawing is a meditation.” Henri Cartier-Bresson
I can’t draw for toffee but editing this photo to look like a pencil sketch was very meditative. I probably could have done it in about 10 seconds on an app that turns photos into drawings, but I went old school and had a play around with the editing software on my computer!
A month or so back the wonderful Hannah Lockhardt wrote this great post in praise of dick pics. I’m totally with her. I love dick pics. I love being the photographer. Photographing partners and casual lovers is a privilege. I love that they trust me to photograph them, I love the record I have of our times together and I love being able to capture and articulate the male body. I think the male body is a beautiful thing and for me the dick is a fundamental part of that.
But I don’t just love being the photographer; I love receiving dick pics too. I realise that many people don’t: they find them intimidating and/or they’ve arrived uninvited. I’m lucky in that I’ve never received an unsolicited photo. My DMs are closed and I run a pretty tight ship when it comes to giving out my number to people I chat with on dating apps. I’ve only ever received images of cocks I’m either already acquainted with or have a keen interest in getting to know.
For me, the exchange of photos before meeting is hot as fuck. It’s not something I do often, but if the rapport is there and I know I plan on getting naked with someone then a steady stream of photos is the most tantalising appetiser. I’m pretty certain that I wouldn’t have had such a brilliant and hot six hours with this man last summer if it hadn’t been for weeks of messaging and photos that got us super excited to meet in the flesh. And once we’ve met? Well keep them coming! Photos maintain intimacy when distance, primary partnerships, work schedules and family life dictate actual meetings. I’ve been known to whine when the supply of cock shots has tailed off!
Then there’s days like yesterday where I was so hungover that I didn’t get dressed all day. The entire day was spent naked on my sofa satisfying my hangover horn. On days like that I’m a blatant filthy flirt and unashamedly encouraging people to get me off with their photos. The morning brought cock from North London, dripping with pre-cum. In the afternoon I delighted in photos received from across the Atlantic, snapped beneath his desk with colleagues in the next room.
One of the things I love about being sent photos is that the ones a man takes for me are usually so different to the ones I’d take of him. I tend towards ‘arty farty’ shots, ones that are staged or that tell a story. The ones sent in personal chats are often cruder, hotter, less thought through. They demand a physical response rather than an artistic appreciation. But then sometimes one arrives in your phone that really is a work of art and a celebration of cock and then I just go ‘wow’!
Photographer is anonymous but the image is posted with his consent.
On Friday I went to Shape of Light, 100 Years of Photography and Abstract Art at the Tate Modern. Lots of my old favourites were there – Brassai, Man Ray, Bill Brandt, Imogen Cunningham – plus many new finds; I’d really recommend it!
I decided to play around with my camera to try and get an abstract shot for today, but in the end I liked this one the best. Not really abstract but I like the simplicity and symmetry.
“My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.”
Exposing 40 has taken a bit of a leap across the decades this weekend, but if this blog is about celebrating our bodies as they age then this woman is an example to us all. The wonderful Eye turned 60 this week so I’m delighted to share some photos I shot back in the autumn.
Happy birthday Eye, may your sixties be a decade of celebration and one in which you now thrive. Xx
“Ooh, that would be a fun one to try and do for mirror week,” I think as I scroll through Tumblr.
Twenty four hours later, a bit tipsy and full of sausage casserole, I’m nearly choking myself by balancing a mirror on my windpipe. Not all my ideas/inspirations are sensible but articulating them is always hilarious!
Photo by Exhibit A.