Fucking a Snow Man

This isn't something I had planned out ahead of time. We were lucky to get enough snow to make a snow man this year. It fell over, and it started snowing again, and the idea hit me like lightning. There are certain themes you tend to revisit year after year - like making naked snow angels. So it's thrilling when you come upon an idea that's brand new. I've never fucked a snow man before. Now I have. It was fun, but god damn my dick was cold!

Whoever's reading this, I hope you're the kind of pervert who can appreciate wacky hijinks of this sort. It was a crazy thing to do, but it was worth trying, at least once (and I can't guarantee I won't do it again some day). As memorable as that time I fucked a jack-o-lantern. And I think the pictures I got were totally worth it. Did I mention that you can watch me fucking this snow man in full motion video on OnlyFans? -_^

Cat on a Windowsill

Tell me again how pornography is gross, ugly, disgusting. How it's degrading and humiliating and exploitative. How it's obscene and a form of violence. How it can't be artistic, or aesthetically pleasing. How it can't be beautiful, or uplifting, or inspiring. What a tragedy it is to have such a narrow mind, a negative outlook, and a dearth of imagination.

Jungle Plug

I love the heat of summer. I was looking for excuses to be outside (I'd already finished the yard work for the week), and was wandering around taking pictures of myself naked. Don't ask me why, but for some reason, I got the idea to put in my butt plug (in spite of my reservations about its safety) and show it off around the yard. I think the results speak for themselves.

I began trying out different poses that I'd hoped would show off my butt plug - doing handstands, cartwheels, and backbends (how I wish I were a gymnast). Even studded with a glittering jewel, I'd say that thing's pretty discreet. (Although, to be fair, most people don't walk around with their buttholes exposed, and it's one of the most hidden places on the surface of the body).

If this last image isn't an example of "artistic pornography" (between the blatant erection, the spread legs, and the butt plug inserted anally for sexual stimulation, all composed in a post-processed clone image just as carefully as I would create a beautiful, natural image of nude recreation) then fuck me straight, because I don't know what is...

Best Dress

Here's a crazy idea that I hope will be a lot of fun. Every so often, I get the urge to photograph myself in all kinds of different outfits pulled from my own closet. It sort of acts as a way to document my wardrobe. Well, I thought about all the dresses I tend to collect (quite a few of which I never seem to have an opportunity to wear), and I got it into my head that I would photograph them all.

Let me tell you, if I had known what I was getting myself into, I never would have begun this project. I vastly underestimated the number of dresses I own (at least 70 in sum total, when all is said and done - although I trimmed it down to 64, removing some of the broken and worn out dresses that I can't actually wear), and was so exhausted shooting (and filming!) them, that I had to break the shoot down across two nights, leaving the tripods in position overnight.

But now that I have a shot of every dress* I own (at the time of shooting; I've already added a few more to my wardrobe since then -_-;), I think it would be fun to play a little game - a tournament, in which you get to vote on my best dress! I've already paired the dresses into match-ups, and organized them into brackets. I just need to figure out the venue for this tournament, because it will be a waste if there's not enough participation. I'm thinking deviantART, since that's the photo-sharing site where I'm currently most active, but I'm not sure yet how best to present the tournament.

In the meantime, here are some shots that probably won't make it into the tournament, just because, well, you know...I'm not wearing a dress. =p

*For the purposes of this tournament, I'm defining a "dress" as any single garment (i.e., one that does not need to be paired with a separate top or bottom) that functions as an outfit designed to be worn in public, and whose bottom half ends in a skirt and not shorts or pants (i.e. there must be no seam between the legs). Technically, this does not include nightwear such as lingerie, pajamas, or robes, but there are a few exceptions just because I felt like it. I considered excluding costumes and holiday-themed dresses to lighten my workload, but since I split the shoot across two nights, I ended up adding them in after all.

Waiting For The Ball(s) To Drop

My last photoshoot of the year! (And what a year it's been). I wanted to go streaking for New Years, but you know how that goes. So, instead, I re-purposed my prom dress, since I didn't get to "wear it to prom" last spring - anyway, I began thinking that it's more LBD and less fairy tale princess, so maybe it's not the best choice for prom after all. But it's certainly glitzy enough for New Years!

Killing time, waiting for the balls to drop. (That makes me think of some kind of ultra-kinky variation of The Pit and the Pendulum)...

The best thing about this outfit is that I don't have to find matching underwear! -_^

And, of course, wearing it without underwear provides easy access! (Not to mention a fuller range of motion on the dance floor ;-x).

Sadly, still pictures don't do justice to the way this dress sparkles - so here's a video to demonstrate:

Happy New Year!

Flaccid Dynamics

a.k.a. Anatomy of a Jump

So I had a little bit of drama on deviantART recently, and I took these shots because apparently not everyone has passed introductory physics, and could do with a reminder that not every penis pointing upward is an erection.

Of course, from certain angles, this can look highly suggestive - but do not be fooled.

Lucky for you, I'm all too happy to demonstrate the motion of a penis unrestricted by clothing during a jump or other bouncing motion. You know...for science.

And this was no balmy 75 degree December day. It was forty degrees that day! (The things I do for art). The worst part was the cold earth under my bare feet.

I call this "the hummingbird".

Layers

Playing around (again) with the transition between being nude and being dressed.

I threw the erection in just for fun, and because it really punctuates the erotic element of getting undressed. I know it's probably not kosher to the nudist mindset, but sometimes just taking off your clothes can be exciting. Maybe I really am that weird, but I don't understand why sexual arousal has to always be accompanied, in people's minds, with initiation of sexual activity. Can't somebody just get turned on, enjoy the sensation, and leave it at that?* Without running to hide (or finish himself off)? Like a lot of people probably do while dressed? (I wonder what it must be like for female exhibitionists engaging in nudism, since their arousal is somewhat less conspicuous than a man's). And if this isn't possible for some people, why can't those people refrain from letting themselves get turned on in public, instead of insisting that those of us who can control ourselves not be allowed to either?

*I was thinking just last night, as I lay in bed, that most people probably view attraction as a means to an end - a tool to facilitate pair-bonding and family-building, which in other words is the biological mandate to procreate. Of course beauty is a virtue - everybody (pretty much) envies those who have it, and are capable of recognizing it in others (subjectively speaking). But self-conscious about their appearance they may be, I feel like they must understand deep down what nudists often preach. You don't have to be beautiful to live. You don't even have to be beautiful to be happy. You can find a mate, raise a family, and make a life for yourself, even if you don't look like a supermodel.

It's me that's different. Beauty isn't just a virtue, it's a lifestyle. It's not a means to an end, it's the end itself. Attraction isn't a form of sexual foreplay, it's the climax. I revel in the buildup. I'm not even particularly concerned with intercourse, I just like the arousal. And I want to fill my life with it. I want to be surrounded by beauty on all sides, at all times. Art, modeling, fashion, people-watching. I suppose it's a superficial way to live, but I'm not a shallow person. The assumption is that if you care about physical beauty, then nothing else matters, but that's not true. I guess I just value it more than the average person, because it fills me with joy.

I tell you, it's gotta be tough being a lunatic - being utterly convinced that it's not you, but the world around you that's crazy. I just want to know if I'm alone in having these so-called "crazy" thoughts. Am I? Do you think people should be judged for their state of arousal, or should they be judged for how they conduct themselves while aroused? Is it enough to condemn a man for having an erection, or should we consider what he does with it?

Sunning in November

Who would have thought? Although the shorter days, and lower-angled sunlight, does present a challenge to maintaining that fading summer's glow.

I realized something. And this is something you've probably already figured out, but...I've been worrying over the fact that I still have so many outdoor/nice weather shoots to post, even though the summer ended months ago. And yet, here I am, on a dry, seventy degree day in November - a bit cooler than those ninety degree days we had in October, but certainly warm enough to do yard work in the nude - enjoying the weather outdoors, and taking pictures of myself while doing so.

Because, you see, the truth is, when I'm cold and bundled up indoors, I'm less inspired to get up and create nude art. But when I have a chance to get outdoors naked, I feel like documenting it in some way. It's not like I don't think indoor nudes are interesting, but something about getting naked outside really gets me going. Maybe it's because I've spent so much time inside naked, and the outside thing is still novel to me.

After all, it's only been in the last year that I've had a regular (sort of) opportunity to go outside naked. And though I've spent a lot of time doing that at nudist resorts over the last eight years or so, that's a context in which I'm not allowed to pull out my camera. So maybe that's it. In any case, I predict I'll continue posting outdoor nudes - just maybe less of them, as the weather gets progressively colder - through the winter, even when it starts snowing.

I took this photo for comparison. I don't want to say there isn't a reason for it - protection from the elements, which is maybe more important the older and frailer you get, or an old-world mentality where baring skin is still considered scandalous (although, on the other hand, I do know some pretty old people who are deeply entrenched in the nudist lifestyle) - but I have to admit the contrast is striking, when my rather older neighbors come out to do yard work bundled up in their jackets and long pants, on a mild day that I think is perfect to enjoy some out-of-season nudism. Then again, I recall seeing them in long sleeves throughout the summer, too. I guess it just goes to show that it's all a matter of preference.

Just when you thought it was safe to go back out in the yard - the naughty cot strikes back!

It's a testament to how much my life has changed in the last ten years, since I did my original Daily Nudes project. Then I was hiding in the shadows, sneaking around the house late at night. Now I'm basking in full daylight. My life's not perfect, and there are still things that could be improved, but I've come to believe that what Mick Jagger once sang is true - you can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you just might find...you get what you need. Of course, it probably helps that with age comes wisdom and opportunity - getting to know yourself well enough to know what you want, and having the confidence (and authority - which is doubly hard to come by when you're a minor, and you're living under somebody else's roof) to take it, without needing the approval of others first.

"I'm not searching for a reason to enjoy myself.
Seems it's better done than argued with somebody else."
- The Yardbirds

Bathroom Queue

There's a line for the bathroom!

After shooting my original concept, it occurred to me that it might be interesting to switch the figures.

And then it just kind of escalated from there... lol

It's pretty neat, some of the things you can do with a not-overly-complicated animation. Even with just two frames: