Your happy, hairy host.
This blog is to feature the nudity that strikes my fancy. I favor those who are hairy and natural, but not everything will be along that theme. Focus on artistic nudes/photography in general.
This blog is run by an outspoken, sex-positive, body-positive, feminist. If that ain’t what you’re looking for in a nudes blog, you should move on.
Okey. So a little story about my photography. At first all I wanted to achieve was to create good looking images, the kind of images I saw on my dash. And I still do that. When you use your own body as an artistic tool it’s almost impossible to NOT want to capture it in the best way possible. And there’s nothing wrong with that. Beautiful images are really lovely to look at, and beauty can contain just as much depth as “ugliness” (in lack of other words as English is not my first language). But right there; beauty can contain just as much depth as ugliness. I’ve found that it is far more interesting to capture flaws, to capture poses where my body doesn’t look the best, but the most expressional. And yet, when I look through the pictures I’ve posted, there are most pictures where I tuck in my stomach, where I arch my back or enhances my collarbones. I THINK that I’m fully comfortable in my own body, that I accept and even love my flaws, and yet I haven’t proved it, even to myself. Some of the pictures I love the most do have flaws, I don’t always love the way my boobs look, or the way my body doesn’t always look as skinny as I want to show, but I still love the image as a whole. But I haven’t shown any vulnerability. So here is a picture where I just fooled around with my body. Where my back isn’t arched, where I most of all look awkward. I don’t love this photo. But the more I look at it, the more interesting it gets. And that, I love.
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