These are the shots you wanted. I have not made this page private in that you signed a release and the these have already been in a few shows - essentially, they are already public.
I did want to tell a short story which sort of applies to this. When I first started shooting in the mid 90's I approached a youngish (25) female friend and asked her to model for me. She was taken aback but flattered. I told her "Trust me, you are going to want these down the road!" Still, she declined.
About 20 years later I found her on FB and sent a friend request which she accepted. We went to breakfast and the first thing she said to me was "You were right!" I had no clue what she meant and said so. "You were right about the pictures - i really wish I had done is so I could see how I looked."
In short, Elliot, congratulations - you had the better foresight.
If you think that I posted this due to the sexual nature, well you're part right but you're part wrong too. I'm more interested in interpersonal / sexual relations. I think this shows how lonely we are and how that manifests.
Belle Delphine is really good at what she does and what she does pretty much is relieve lonely horny guys of their money. I have nothing bad to say about a good sex worker, but sex isn't what this is about.
If I wanted to chance another 30-day ban or a complete banishment from Facebook I could probably dig up a shit ton of links to free porn pictures - but why get banned when you already know where xHamster, porn hub are located?
I see a lot of the money going to e-thots, but its not about sex but towards relieving loneliness or a larger feeling of non inclusion in the sexual marketplace. You aren't paying to watch a woman put plastic up her cooch or to see a close-up look at her butt hole.
Again you could do that for free on the above-named pornsites.
You're paying to have her call you her boyfriend of the hour, to have her give you a shout out to build up your reputation to yourself and amongst class of other lonely men. You're paying her to prove your worth, to others and for yourself.
It's sort of about the financial weaponization of loneliness.
I don't hate the players and don't even hate the game. But Jesus, these lads could have been better trained before they hit the field.
The Mongols are one of the biggest 1% Motorcycle clubs.This writing isn't about
them, but it's a cool tie in and introduction to the piece, huh?
I've owned about a half dozen motorcycles, ridden half way across the country (Chicago to Denver a couple times - 500 miles a day was my top distance. I don't have an ass, at least not one to speak of and riding that far was quite a pain in the one I had) interactions with one club, having done a Ford Fellowship research paper on them. Readying myself to do the project I read Hell's Angels by Thompson and Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Repair by Pirsig. I Highly recommend both.
After a crowded Sunday morning bike club meeting taking up most of a section in the Hollywood, Florida Wag's Restaurant I took the last seat at the counter. Sitting at the counter, writing notes and sipping coffee I struck up a conversation with a large, queer looking nervous man to my left. His eyes followed our waitress, an early middle age, 40-30-40 goddess, #truckstopqueen
Because I'm me and none too stable I struck up a conversation with him. There's a lot to say about the conversation, but I'll be damned if I remember much of it at all. My new companion was as brilliant as he was tweaked. As a junior in college I knew enough to ask questions and some followup questions but not enough to do more than barely understand the answers.
Honestly I remember only two exchanges from our conversation -
I mentioned Allan Bloom's book Closing of the American Mind. Bloom was a prof at the University of Chicago and his latest book was the focus of a lot of anger from students as it was very conservative and traditional.
"You know," I said, "all my classmates hated Bloom's work. We thought he was an asshole."
"Bloom is an asshole! You are right to hate him! But you friend's hate him for the wrong reasons," my new friend replied. He never mentioned the right reasons.
I remembered our introduction at parting. I finished my coffee and stood up."I have to get now." I offered my hand and told him my name, first and last.
Taking my hand he replied "And my name's Bob."
"Bob what?" I asked.
He glared and snapped at me "It's just BOB!" And with that our interactions were over.
It took me a decade plus before it came to me that I know who the fuck Just BOB was - it was Robert "Bob" Pirsig, the author of Zen and the Art of... He was in Florida researching his second book, Lila: An Inquiry into Morals. He was tweaky like his alter ego, Phaedrus (his split personality from Zen). And he hated Bloom because Bloom was his antagonist in the book, the professor who tried to sink him.
I can't prove any of this but it makes so much sense.
Oh, and I should at least try and tie the video link to this post. So here -
In the 1970's four of the most dangerous and predominant outlaw motorcycle gangs were the Hell's Angels, the Outlaws, the Pagans and the Mongols.
Ok, the knot on the tie is isn't tied very tight, but at least it's there.
Robert Pirsig and his son on board one bike or another. I don't believe
this is the bike ridden in the book as I think that was a BMW which has
an engine with cylinders sticking out of each side. Sadly, Pirsig's son
Note - the value here is in the links. Visit them.
The other week some female friends were talking about watching porn and feeling guilty while watching it when it occurred to them that the women could have been trafficked. Being Mr. Black Pill, I chimed in with some other disturbing thoughts - that there are several illicit massage parlors in Kenosha and many of those women are assumably (though not provenly) trafficked.
My point here? About no matter what you do, you are impacting others, knowingly or unknowingly. Human trafficking and abuse are everywhere. Some answers are simple - want ethical porn? Start making some. Diamonds - are they really necessary? No, so don't buy them.) You have the ability and right to remove yourself from many abusive systems, so do so.
Please visit the links above for a fuller understanding of the issue.
I'd known Tony since about 2004 - I think that's when his family started eating where I wait tables. He died last week. Tony was in his early to mid-seventies, but unlike many men his age, he was still a bulldog.
I just want to say some words about him.
My condolences to his family. Tony was a real good guy.
Saturday, December 26, 2020
Ran across this song today. The audio sucked. The video sucked.
So I found a little better audio and fused them together. I edited it. Now if it sucks at least it sucks in a different way.
