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The sets here are great, the reason to be here, and so on. But look, there's a lot of that sort of stuff flooding the inboxes at multiple email addresses. The thing that separates SG, that makes it a peak time-waster playpen for me, is all the rest of the stuff. The blogs and the crazy candids from nights out and the friend lists--all the ways to see who someone really is. People seem to feel comfortable enough to be themselves here.
Since I'm married, or as the profile would have it "in an exclusive relationship," this place is not somewhere I'm lurking, hoping for something absurd. It's more just somewhere I can go to observe the habits and moves of a life I once knew my way around. And what I always loved about casual relationships was the relaxed vibe that came out of nowhere_not the post coital thing, more those moments when a woman felt she could stop watching herself and let herself just be. Everyone's different on this, letting go at different times, and this is what made me pay attention: some like the weird one-night stand mix of theater and intimacy, others never open up that way till months into something. Partly why I didn't get married until 37.
Let me give an example: Viking's got this cool set she did, very dramatic, femme fatale, red-bra noir. Whats-his-name shot it-tmronin, Steve Prue, whatever--and she pulled off a great performance in some back alley. Then you go to her blog, and there's all these funny self-shot geek shots, charmingly awkward or downright goofy and uncool, some adventurous dye jobs, comic-con stuff, shots of herself holding up these warhammer figurines that she painted. And sure, that's a performance, too--she's acting out what she does when no one's watching--but between the two facets, the public set and the "private" blog, I recognize something. And I start to get all protective, like some kindly old madame.
This happens all the time_somewhere in between pictures--and real people, at least real people who feel comfortable with their theatrical side and can play with it, start to appear. There are plenty of examples. I'll name some more later, but I'm a professional. I have 3200 words to write by Monday, and here yall are, talking to me like this.
The sets here are great, the reason to be here, and so on. But look, there's a lot of that sort of stuff flooding the inboxes at multiple email addresses. The thing that separates SG, that makes it a peak time-waster playpen for me, is all the rest of the stuff. The blogs and the crazy candids from nights out and the friend lists--all the ways to see who someone really is. People seem to feel comfortable enough to be themselves here.
Since I'm married, or as the profile would have it "in an exclusive relationship," this place is not somewhere I'm lurking, hoping for something absurd. It's more just somewhere I can go to observe the habits and moves of a life I once knew my way around. And what I always loved about casual relationships was the relaxed vibe that came out of nowhere_not the post coital thing, more those moments when a woman felt she could stop watching herself and let herself just be. Everyone's different on this, letting go at different times, and this is what made me pay attention: some like the weird one-night stand mix of theater and intimacy, others never open up that way till months into something. Partly why I didn't get married until 37.
Let me give an example: Viking's got this cool set she did, very dramatic, femme fatale, red-bra noir. Whats-his-name shot it-tmronin, Steve Prue, whatever--and she pulled off a great performance in some back alley. Then you go to her blog, and there's all these funny self-shot geek shots, charmingly awkward or downright goofy and uncool, some adventurous dye jobs, comic-con stuff, shots of herself holding up these warhammer figurines that she painted. And sure, that's a performance, too--she's acting out what she does when no one's watching--but between the two facets, the public set and the "private" blog, I recognize something. And I start to get all protective, like some kindly old madame.
This happens all the time_somewhere in between pictures--and real people, at least real people who feel comfortable with their theatrical side and can play with it, start to appear. There are plenty of examples. I'll name some more later, but I'm a professional. I have 3200 words to write by Monday, and here yall are, talking to me like this.
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