Oh ho it's been a long time since I visited this site again. Anyway I've finally tossed in the towel and renewed my membership - it's not so much for the photos but rather the hope that I'll meet people with similar interests (guys and girls included).
As a side point a rather personal question proposed: perhaps I'm just really really shy but does anyone feel a bit uncomfortable looking at the (goddess-like) suicidegirls in the nude?
Now before you start on cultural norms and calling me a prude - that's not exactly the sort of uncomfortable that I'm talking about. I dunno ... to me it's just so intimate that I always feel like I'm a voyeur, an intruder into someone else's personal life.
It kinda reminds me of how I felt when I was at a Vienna art exhibition several years ago. The exhibit was a contemporary one with the theme of "love". One of the exhibits was this darkened projector room that ran through these pictures of these couples (and sometimes children) in super personal, nude life, touching, bathing, lovemaking and pillow-talking moments. I remember that there wasn't any sound playing - no music, no nothing except for the pictures.
I was alone in the room and initially felt uncomfortable cause you know, sexuality in Aussie culture is like that of the Americans - repressive (unlike the Europeans), but I got over that pretty quickly (life drawing, foreign films and porn sort of makes you a bit desensitised to nudity
. Then I started to feel really strange - I remember mixed feelings - a deep sense of longing, of sadness and happiness, of shame and envy. These were strangers whom I didn't know and yet so personal was the emotion and intimacy in these pictures that I could not help but feel / imagine what it would be like to taste that 'forbidden elixer'.
I swear I was probably blushing, aroused and probably a little bit more connected to the human race in that darkened room, more then what can be said for my everyday life where shyness and social expectation seem to cloud the way.
Perhaps I'm overly sensitive or overly analytical introspective-wise or quite simply have yet to experience physical intimacy (yes I am a virgin still and no I don't really have a problem with that). After all physical intimacy, touch, can communicate - beyond any language - what words cannot.
As a side point a rather personal question proposed: perhaps I'm just really really shy but does anyone feel a bit uncomfortable looking at the (goddess-like) suicidegirls in the nude?
Now before you start on cultural norms and calling me a prude - that's not exactly the sort of uncomfortable that I'm talking about. I dunno ... to me it's just so intimate that I always feel like I'm a voyeur, an intruder into someone else's personal life.
It kinda reminds me of how I felt when I was at a Vienna art exhibition several years ago. The exhibit was a contemporary one with the theme of "love". One of the exhibits was this darkened projector room that ran through these pictures of these couples (and sometimes children) in super personal, nude life, touching, bathing, lovemaking and pillow-talking moments. I remember that there wasn't any sound playing - no music, no nothing except for the pictures.
I was alone in the room and initially felt uncomfortable cause you know, sexuality in Aussie culture is like that of the Americans - repressive (unlike the Europeans), but I got over that pretty quickly (life drawing, foreign films and porn sort of makes you a bit desensitised to nudity
. Then I started to feel really strange - I remember mixed feelings - a deep sense of longing, of sadness and happiness, of shame and envy. These were strangers whom I didn't know and yet so personal was the emotion and intimacy in these pictures that I could not help but feel / imagine what it would be like to taste that 'forbidden elixer'.I swear I was probably blushing, aroused and probably a little bit more connected to the human race in that darkened room, more then what can be said for my everyday life where shyness and social expectation seem to cloud the way.
Perhaps I'm overly sensitive or overly analytical introspective-wise or quite simply have yet to experience physical intimacy (yes I am a virgin still and no I don't really have a problem with that). After all physical intimacy, touch, can communicate - beyond any language - what words cannot.