Thunder beckons. Electricity fills the air, enticing me. Heavy clouds swirl in the heavens, Dancing with kingly might. My head tilts back; Arms spread wide. Gusting winds pull at my clothes, Tossing and tugging my hair with their playful flight. The first droplets fall from the sky, Bursting apart on my skin. Flashing lightning illuminates the blackened landscape, The joyous booming vibrations following in its wake. Reverberations penetrate deep into my being, The ferocity of the tempest increasing. Raindrops beat a heavy cadence against my body. Rivulets of water stream over me, Fluidly caressing my skin. Sweet and gentle as a whisper, They oppose the weighted pounding of the rain. I revel in the storm. Power crackles in the air; A jubilant yell tears from my throat, Intertwining with the resounding music of the tempest. Here is my bliss; Elation, delight, and wonder. I am, and ever shall I be; Storm Chaser. Poem written by a girl named Storm Chaser <3 A fellow stormy.
SuicideGirls… became famous for embracing beauty in every shape and form — meaning bodies covered in tattoos, having bright-colored hair, and being outside of traditional beauty norms were celebrated. The name comes from the idea that women who commit “social suicide” by being different come together.
A nation wide art-sleaze phenomenon.
It’s like a punk rock Vogue…with artful nude photos of women.
Fifteen years ago, a small-but-passionate community that celebrated beauty in alternative, pinup-style photography was born. It was called SuicideGirls.
They’re the girls next door - but more colorful and with better record collections.
SuicideGirls respond… in the best way possible.
The meeting place for people interested in alternative lifestyles.
SuicideGirls is as much about community as it is about naked photos of tattooed women.
SuicideGirls is redefining concepts of beauty across the globe.