Lipstick shades come and go, dramatic luscious colours, and throughout the year colour vibrancy changes along with the seasons. In spring time colours lighten up, for the most part summers go nude, and with the fall, colours deepen and intensify. Colour used to make up for the drab of the impending “doom” of the fall and winter seasons. Seasons portrayed as dull and grey and reflected in the fashions of the day, all except the lips. Pouty sexy lips to wear punches of colour through to the returning spring. Dramatic luscious colours in fall, that’s what’s sexy this week.
Trolls, I’m not talking about the mythical cave-dwelling being depicted in folklore as either giant or dwarf, typically having an ugly appearance. Nor am I writing about the cute, cuddly, sweet looking, creatures with brightly coloured hair, in the latest instalment from Dreamworks. I’m talking about Internet Trolls, and although not mythical, what they do share is the commonality of being ugly, from the inside out.
An Internet Troll according to Wikipedia; In Internet slang, a troll (/ˈtroʊl/, /ˈtrɒl/) is a person who sows discord on the Internet by starting quarrels or upsetting people, by posting inflammatory, extraneous, or off-topic messages in an online community (such as a newsgroup, forum, chat room, or blog) with the intent of provoking readers into an emotional response or of otherwise disrupting normal, on-topic discussion, often for the troll’s amusement.
I love to travel, and although I haven’t been able to as of late, I can still appreciate the beauty of the world through photographs the many talented photographers throughout the world provide us with.
Yes, I do have a thing for beauty, and yes I do have a thing for beauty outside of the fetish and erotic communities. I find it in many things, and hot on the heels of my post A Change of Seasons for Sexy This Week, a friend in a little note also expressed the same interest. A friend in Scotland, a place I’ve never been, but do plan on going. (more…)
Beautifully manicured sexy nails, that’s what sexy this week. Many of us remember being told “don’t bite your nails” which doesn’t stop some folks from gnawing away, while others take great care to file, buff, extend and polish the horn-like envelope that cover the tips of fingers and toes. Beautifully, painstakingly painted, and well cared for to finish off the fingers and toes, beautifully manicured nails, that is what’s sexy this week.
For millennia, well manicured nails have been much coveted, a status symbol of days gone by that have attracted the attention of all sexes. Young or old are drawn to looking at the finishes that adorn the tips. Bright shiny, or matte colours, patterns, nail art and little sculptures, even jewelled adornment now add to the allure of a finished nail.
Good male hygiene, thats what it’s about! Crotch Rot, trouser funk, dick or head cheese, seem to be hot topics of conversation these days amongst the men and their partners. I must say, I’m not sure what the cause of the frank conversation is all about, but I’m all for it and why not. The women are already inundated with ads about products that help to keep things fresh in the panties, so why not the men?
Merritt k makes a compelling presentation in her article, On Smelly Dicks, worth the read, and advice to be taken!
Latex art that’s bold and beautiful! As a fetishist, I scour the internet for all kinds of lovely jewels and this pretty lady, Michelle Mildenhall is a UK artist with a very unique “pop art style,” unique because it’s created using latex.
Some folks would label her work as provocative, for me I see it as progressive, utilizing a substance so coveted for BDSM fashions and pervery it was just a matter of time to see it used to create visual delights to be hung on any connoisseur’s walls.
A change of seasons, that’s what sexy this week! I truly believe I’m very fortunate living where I do in the world. Everyone living here has the pleasure of four distinct weather changes. We have our spring, summer, fall, and winter. Seasons that bring with them a change in air temperature, pressure, sun, rain, plant life; seasons very distinct and unique and full of attitude. Seasons much needed for change to take place and keep the cycle of life going, to hibernate, recharge, re-stimulate, be re-born so to speak.
Ontario, where my family settled after immigrating to Canada is a province that truly has a set of very distinct seasons. Autumns of fire in patches of yellow, orange and red, bright vivid colours across a painted landscape. A rich visual delight, admired by many on long trips to the north. A short display before turning brown and crumbling to dust as the leaves fall to the ground.
Winters white and cold, and snow sparkling like diamonds when the moon hits it just right. Cold air that kisses a face peeking out from a heavily clothed body braving the cold to play in the snow, or glide across sheets of ice. Temperatures just right for the fashion addicted to layer upon layer, clothes they don’t have the opportunity to wear the rest of the year. Clothes none the less they just had to have.
As the temperature cools with the summer nearing it’s end, and bare legs still fresh in our minds, it’s difficult to muster up the desire to cover up those gams with clothes of some kind.
The cuffs and hemlines that rose, now get lower, but an age old solution to that situation that’s not only practical, but down right sexy, is hosiery, the perfect accessory for all legs, that’s what sexy this week.
Choosing to wear stockings, stay-ups, pantyhose or leggings is the decision of the wearer, but maybe, just maybe, I can help convince you to put on a pair with a few descriptives of my own.
Did I say I liked to wear hosiery? Well I do, and I have quite the collection of my own silky smooth soft coverings. I love my stockings held up with a garter belt, but I also love my stay-ups for days when I’m going commando under a skirt or dress. Or try a pair of pantyhose that stretch across a firm ass as the best shapely adornment possible for those that want to caress, but the sign says “don’t touch!”
Recently I was accused of having body dysmorphia “issues”.
Wikipedia classifies Body dysmorphic disorder (BDD) is a mental disorder characterized by an obsessive preoccupation that some aspect of one’s own appearance is severely flawed and warrants exceptional measures to hide or fix it. In BDD’s delusional variant, the flaw is imagined. If the flaw is actual, its importance is severely exaggerated. Either way, one’s thoughts about it are pervasive and intrusive, occupying up to several hours a day.
and the definition goes on……..
Let’s just say that I thought the statement was somewhat humorous, and a completely stupid accusation!
For those that know me, and those that know me well that the statement is so far from the truth I just don’t know where to begin refuting it, so much so that I won’t. What strikes me is the need for these types of individuals to get in my face and declare they know me better than my own self. If we look at Wikipedia’s definition closely and that of other classifications, it would suggest that I spend hours a day occupying my time over what I construe as flaws, again I cannot begin to start where this is so wrong!
So high-tide has overlfowed, and poor Melania Trump, getting picked on for wearing heels to view the devastation hurricane Harvey has left in it’s wake. First off I’m not undermining the issue of the devastation left behind, devastation that we can compare to the wild fires we’re experiencing here in British Columbia, Canada. It’s horrible and a serious wake up call, and to those who keep believing global warming doesn’t exist, give your idiot brains a shake!
First off we don’t know whey she wore them, and quiet frankly who cares! She’s gorgeous and wears it well, but maybe, just maybe she is wearing shoes like that because she has to? Being married to the man who once was her prince charming, now the world buffoon, may come with a set of rules. He has already proven himself as the misogynist he is by bellowing “grab her in the pussy” and complimenting the president of France’s wife Brigitte Macron on how good she looks as the first things out of his mouth. So much depth, engaging, and intelligent conversation Donald Trump is capable of.
Maybe Melania has to wear them, maybe she was the victim of a cruel joke by his staff, maybe she just didn’t get the memo, or maybe she wore them to look fabulous next to him. It doesn’t take much to do that with a comb-over like that! Either way she did and let’s get over it, because I have found the best option for her for next time it should happen again.
I came across these lovelies in my internet travels, Tide High Heels, originally designed and created by Belgian artist Paul Schietekat for an exhibition in 2006. First published in 2009 in The Telegraph, it appears that these won’t be making any splash at the local shoe stores anytime soon.
I don’t get why, they are colourful, water proof and resistant, great for mobility on land and in the water, and I agree, look so much better
than a pair of flip flops.
Just think of the possibilities folks, dinner and dancing, the opera, the theatre, your next beach side vacation! I’m all for it, and would love a snappy pair to hit the fashion shows of Europe.
Think of the statement you’d be making, global warming, waters rising…………