Many years ago i wrote sci-fi short stories for my own entertainment. Looking at some of Lascivious Lucy’s recent writing brought it all back. So I sent her a copy of the middle image on Twitter, and we talked about her possibly using it in conjunction with a story. There is something very serpentine/cephalapod about it I think.
I wait until he gets close before I make my move. “Excuse me” I ask in a hesitant voice “Can you help me please?” My voice sounds higher pitched than normal, anxious, uncertain. The young man, despite his pouty bad boy looks is well enough trained in customer courtesy. He slows to a halt. “Certainly ma’am, how can I help you?” #MasturbationMonday
I love Gustav Klimt’s painting of Danae being impregnated by Zeus in a shower of molten gold. This, and the knowledge that I am not the only one who loves this work decided me to use it for the ArtTwist#3 prompt. I love the dreamy expression on Danae’s face in the work, as she clutches the knowledge of her arousal and penetration to her, but above all I love the lusciousness of Danae’s glorious arse. While mine is nowhere near as magical as that in the painting, I love the way it looks in this photo.
It’s been a creative week in so many ways. Writing, photos, performances, nude modelling., some fabulous older connections and some delightful new ones!
I had a great grrl date the other night attending @AnneONomis’ presentation on Quršu – the Ancient Sex Songs honouring the rites of the Goddess, I decided to share this image, which I think is also imbued with Her sensual, dancing spirit.
For Throwback Thursday I’m sharing a coloured version of the popular Fluid on My Pillow (Book) entry of October 1, 2017.
I wrote this poem about two weeks ago after the featured incident, and it’s been sitting in my drafts waiting for the right moment.
How long has it been
since someone touched me
I’ve been thinking about relationships between visual and media based artists and their models a lot lately. In the process I’ve also revisited the idea of interactions between artists and their muses as a somewhat tortured (often unconsummated) power dynamic (I write my best poetry when in this situation), and also begun to consider the idea of artists and their erotic/kinky collaborators. How do you collaborate?
Something a little Barbarella-ish about this maybe?