Monday, October 22, 2018

Temporary Tattoo



We were playing with temporary tattoos, and I snuck this one on my butt cheek. It's an adorable pink baby octopus. Tentacles in training. -_^


Sunday, October 21, 2018

Don't You Wish Your Girlfriend Was Hot Like Me?



You don't have to answer that. It's a rhetorical question. ;-p

Saturday, October 20, 2018

The Mouse's Hole



As a person who suffers from anxiety, I feel, sometimes, a bit like an animal - more the timid, prey-type - doing a lot of waiting and listening, and sneaking around when things are quiet and I think I'm alone. Not even just as a nudist; my whole psychology changes when I'm around other people, and I don't feel comfortable just being myself. I can't even imagine what it'd be like to be less self-conscious.

Friday, October 19, 2018

ABC Party



I was going to wear this "outfit" to an ABC party, but plans changed last minute due to inclement weather. Too bad - I know it would have been a hit.

Thursday, October 18, 2018

Fashion Dump



I was browsing through some old photos from last year, and I came across some that I never posted. I guess when you're not doing a daily project and mining your catalog for every usable photo, some of them tend to fall by the wayside. Especially fitting room photos.

As much fun as it is to share the clothes I try on, sifting through those photos is a pain in the neck. I try to take a lot, just to increase the chances of getting a good one, but even then, it's hit or miss. And if I'm shopping like two or three days in a week, it adds up fast. Plus, when I've just tried on the clothes and taken the pictures, I tend to focus on the little imperfections that mar a given shot. Or sometimes I just don't like the lighting in a fitting room, or the mirror is in an awkward spot, or there's not enough room to get a good shot.

Months later, though, looking back, it can be a joy to see me wearing something interesting that I only ever tried on once (assuming I ended up not buying it - which is, inevitably, the fate of most things I try on). And, sometimes, you come across something that has since made its way into your closet, and get to see it again as it was the first time you ever tried it on!

You can really see my color preferences here -
whites, pinks, and blue-greens.

This dress is just adorable. I can't believe I didn't buy it!

You gotta love a fitting room with enough space for two (or more) people!

Looking for a wedding dress substitute.
None of these was extravagant enough.


It amazes me, sometimes, the shots that get passed up. If you thought this shot was frisky, you don't know the half of it!

Take me in the fitting room.

And, for the "underwearists" who prefer a little bit of covering to full exposure:


I'll grant you that I'm pretty skinny, but this mirror clearly has a slimming effect going on.

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Validation



Not to inflate my own ego - I don't consider myself any kind of talented fashion expert. I just know what I like, and what I think is cute or sexy, and what I would like to see on an attractive girl. And I'm also not afraid to express those tastes - even if it means wearing a pretty dress and high heels just to go grocery shopping. It's not like I go to a lot of fancy dinner parties or what have you, and have lots of chances to dress up. But I have to say it pleases me that I frequently get complimented on my outfits by the employees of my favorite local overstock fashion retailer.


It makes me feel validated to get that kind of approval from genetic females - like I've been accepted and am part of the club. Not that you have to pass any kind of test to validate your gender; after all, most people are born into it without even trying, and I have no doubt that I'm more feminine than a not insignificant percentage of the female half of the population (which doesn't, necessarily, make them any less female).

But given that I wasn't born into the female gender, I do feel kinda like I have to prove myself, and situations like this (also being the one to draw the attention of males while in a group of females - though to be fair, I have a really firm grasp of what boys are attracted to) help me feel like I deserve to call myself the gender I identify with. I can almost hear the chorus of voices chanting "one of us, one of us" into my ear. ;-p


Tuesday, October 16, 2018

One Hundred Degrees



"It's not surprisin', it's gettin' hot!
Temperature's risin', it's gettin' hot!"




This is what I call "fucking hot". 95 degrees in the shade. You walk outside, and the warmth envelops you like a blanket. Personally, I love it. I'm a warmbody. I feel like I should be living in Florida. But it's much more tolerable when you don't have sweaty clothes hanging off your back.




You can see just how hot it got over on XTube. -_^