Finally went through October ...
There's something about Halloween that really got the SG creative juicies flowing ... all of the sets were not just hot but had excellent plots, concepts and little artistic details. Bailey's Diner of Death is a recent favourite ... it stops being about nudity and starts being about an excellent photo-set in all things photographic. I think that's my favourite part of SG, when photographers and models flaunt their minds as well as their bodies. Another of my favourites was Amelie's "Emma Peel", admittedly because of the excellent use of sun-shots (caustics? My love of graphics and ray-tracing is rearing its ugly head) and Cassiopeia's Houndstooth, not so much for the model alone but how well she wore her outfit.
And then there's Sinnah, who's adorable feline-imitating set came at a time when I was kind of missing my now-ex-roomate's cat. My mind was very distracted from its sorrows, rowr.
When I started doing SG I was a little weirded out by Tats and piercing ... like I wasn't against them, but I didn't see them as either appealing or really grok why people would willing do such things given their long-term infeasability ... but I've been warming up. Being able to get a "big-picture" view of certain tattoos, the idea of the body as a canvas is actually a really nice one. Being able to enjoy a drawring, as it were, and then see how well it matches with the curves and folds and joints of the flesh and see how they dance when the skin moves ... it's actually quite enjoyable. I don't know if I'd be willing to get one myself, but if I did I have some really lame ideas.
I'm still working on piercing, though. Other than seeing people looking funky and enjoying their funkiness, I really can't divorce my perception from a pseudo-empathic sense of pain. Especially in private parts; I still think of my junk as something tender to be protected from that big bad world, to actually perforate what I still basically lump together as "the female equivalent of my junk" makes me feel like I've just watched someone get gently kicked in the nuts. Maybe if I keep staring at them the discomfort will go away?
I love how the SuicideBoys section can be found relatively easily from the pics tab ... I think it's important to foster a culture where guys aren't afraid to show off their pierced penii and branded buttocks to the world, especially us lame goth/emo/whatever types. Not that you'll ever catch me dead showing off, but I think in all fairness it's probably a healthy remedy for my WASPy repressed hetero self to sit around and see some positive posturing of the penis that isn't about pornfest machismo supporting-role destructopower-craving fantasy-world wankery. It's time I started seeing my dick as the healthy thing it is, whether snuggling with a laptop or cuddling a carrot-top.
There's something about Halloween that really got the SG creative juicies flowing ... all of the sets were not just hot but had excellent plots, concepts and little artistic details. Bailey's Diner of Death is a recent favourite ... it stops being about nudity and starts being about an excellent photo-set in all things photographic. I think that's my favourite part of SG, when photographers and models flaunt their minds as well as their bodies. Another of my favourites was Amelie's "Emma Peel", admittedly because of the excellent use of sun-shots (caustics? My love of graphics and ray-tracing is rearing its ugly head) and Cassiopeia's Houndstooth, not so much for the model alone but how well she wore her outfit.
And then there's Sinnah, who's adorable feline-imitating set came at a time when I was kind of missing my now-ex-roomate's cat. My mind was very distracted from its sorrows, rowr.
When I started doing SG I was a little weirded out by Tats and piercing ... like I wasn't against them, but I didn't see them as either appealing or really grok why people would willing do such things given their long-term infeasability ... but I've been warming up. Being able to get a "big-picture" view of certain tattoos, the idea of the body as a canvas is actually a really nice one. Being able to enjoy a drawring, as it were, and then see how well it matches with the curves and folds and joints of the flesh and see how they dance when the skin moves ... it's actually quite enjoyable. I don't know if I'd be willing to get one myself, but if I did I have some really lame ideas.
I'm still working on piercing, though. Other than seeing people looking funky and enjoying their funkiness, I really can't divorce my perception from a pseudo-empathic sense of pain. Especially in private parts; I still think of my junk as something tender to be protected from that big bad world, to actually perforate what I still basically lump together as "the female equivalent of my junk" makes me feel like I've just watched someone get gently kicked in the nuts. Maybe if I keep staring at them the discomfort will go away?
I love how the SuicideBoys section can be found relatively easily from the pics tab ... I think it's important to foster a culture where guys aren't afraid to show off their pierced penii and branded buttocks to the world, especially us lame goth/emo/whatever types. Not that you'll ever catch me dead showing off, but I think in all fairness it's probably a healthy remedy for my WASPy repressed hetero self to sit around and see some positive posturing of the penis that isn't about pornfest machismo supporting-role destructopower-craving fantasy-world wankery. It's time I started seeing my dick as the healthy thing it is, whether snuggling with a laptop or cuddling a carrot-top.