For a long time, I thought that I had nothing interesting to write about. Honestly, I never feel the urge to share my thoughts or to describe photos of every single plate that I ate. I don't find my life particularly interesting or sharing-worthy. I just have a little time to write.
I love SuicideGirls. I had been a member now for 15 YEARS!!!. I was attracted to SuicideGirls originally for the same reason I still love it today; the great photography, the celebration of happy, smart, sassy, beautiful inked models with divine bodies. No toxic masculinity must-see stupidity, or hard-core porn excesses.
I was brought-up by women. My mother, grandmother, and my mother's friends were my caretakers, advisors, and supporters . I grew up to understand their minds, to appreciate their feelings, and sensibilities. I learned to appreciate women's naked bodies, as many mother's friends changed clothes in my presence.
I was so confortable among women that my father thought for many years I was gay. This changed one night with my mother's big-mouthed niece revelation (she hadn't been no longer my cousin since) at our sacred family dinner time. She very casually revealed that I was looking at my uncle's stack of Playboy magazines. My mother gave me her I-will-kill-you-later look, but my father celebrated and just said, YES!
I'm an admirer of SuicideGirls and I often comment on member's sets and blogs. I write compliments and I avoid comments about the obvious; her big this or her incredible that. I prefer to go deeper and show my appreciation how I felt as I admire a photo set. I appreciate the subtlety of a model's inviting and kind eyes, or her cheerful and contagious smile saying "yes, I want you to witness my beautiful body as I willingly reveal it to you". For me this is the essence of pin-up and SG.
