I used t'be the same way with photos of myself, but have kinda grown to realize how... "unreal"... photos are - plus, I suppose, my love for photography had a say in that, too.
Simply, I don't physically look like who I am - not who I appear as when I see myself in dreams nor as how I physically feel I look, though in some ways that's for the best...
my physical issues often prevent me from moving and acting as others do - some noticable, some not so much
a combination of medical issues from birth, issues I've "acquired" from multiple accidents I've survived, - as well as from aging where my body won't functionally move appropriately *sighs* / :(
nonetheless, I still dislike how mirrors warp and malform how I view me, how I know I should physically appear
beyond all that, regarding the self, I see beauty in the world around me and in most everyone else...
I seldom have to search for it, like it seems/sounds like others sometimes have to... to me, the beauty of the world stands out
like a beacon, it shines - it keeps me going when I look out the window or take walks or am online ( like now )
the photos of the lovelies I know, have known, and of those I'll likely never meet but see on various sites are just one aspect
the photos of the places I see, have seen, and of those I'll likely never get a chance to see
whether amateur or professional photography alike, they capture the beauty ( no matter how "unreal," as I've mentioned, that photos are to me )
the art and alteration of the lovelies and places alike, including the rare few I've done but mostly that of the true artists
the beauty of the world can be amazing and breathtaking, sensual and sensuous, exotic and erotic, both quiet and loud, simple and complex... ach! words fail, yetALL words apply !
the beauty of the world can be horrific, but in the most absolutely wonderful ways possible...
but I've always been one for the unnatural and unusual, oftimes grotesque, just as I have for the unaltered and undressed, unquestionably gorgeous !
there are, I admit, few things I find disgusting - mostly the inside, an example being those I met/know so... ugly... inside that it exudes - be it from action or mental state, whichever they will never be beautiful to me no matter how they look
my fears also have a say in such matters, such as my dislike of the insectile/anything with more than 4 legs as well as squirrels... they are to be shunned and avoided and have no place in my home/work/etc
no, I never said I was normal - including my knowing and admiring the beauty of the world, I'm sure *shrugs*
I'm certain I'm not the only one, I just haven't met another like me (that I'm aware of)
so... that's all for now, my Lovelies and Gentlefolk - keep Living and Loving and enjoying the Beauty of the World !
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7/28 : thought something felt weird/odd... then noticed/realized that the entire area around the complex, excepting the stoplights, was... dark. without power. kinda weird that the stoplights and the apt complex are just fine. *ponders*
7/29 : News Flash : Disagreeing w/ N0bama didn't make me racist.
Agreeing w/ Trump doesn't make me racist.
I don't support ANY race over another !
watched recently :
via rental/streaming:
Shadowhunters (2nd Season)
Freakish (1st Season)
A Night At The Roxbury
Smallville (1st Season)
ownedflix:
Vacation (2015)
Roger Corman's The Slumber Party Massacre
Roger Corman's Slumber Party Massacre II
Roger Corman's Slumber Party Massacre III
Ghost In The Shell (2017)
Pulse (1988)
Eyes Of A Stranger
The House That Would Not Die
-thom Wolfox sR Rhose
unusualist - I have yet to find a religion and/or spirituality that fits my own personal beliefs... other than, of course, the fact I am a (fallen) god.