Money Porn Mondae

Money Porn! I think I need to put this under my pillow... I need some riches to fall into my lap... I quite love this picture actually.

Hot Fuck Sundae, early or late, it's up to you :)

I hear we're going to have another very harsh winter. Snow and ice will abound.

I went looking for long johns for the laugh, but then I found him:



Well. It's easy to rock a vest. But long johns, maybe not so much. And this... including the tea cup? Ok, well, maybe it's cofee, but still; this is a man who is at ease with his sexuality, whatever it may be. And good lord, why wouldn't he be? The legs, for heaven's sake. Such masculine, muscular elegance.

They're organic, you know. Get some!

Ass-ociations

I was in a shop the other day, and I saw a load of these:





Will you judge me if I said that the first thing my mind went to was this?:






I mean, come on... there's really not that much in it, is there?

You know, somehow, both of them make me feel a little bit Christmassy.

Happy Monday!

HFS

I'm not really in the mood for Hot Fuck Sundae at the moment, except maybe the Sundae part. And the fact that it's such an excellently clever title, if I do say so myself.

Sex - sigh. I dunno.
Have you ever flicked through so many tumblr photos you got beautiful-ass-fatigue? That happened to me once. So very many beautiful, mostly female bodies, all these images of perfection. Endless perfect asses. It became wearying.

I love this site for its realness. And how much more interesting the pictures are in their aunthenticity and vulnerability. Real people are interesting. Girls who are fat but who still see themselves as sexual are interesting. You confront a lot looking at these pictures. Health. Self image. Self love. Trends and media domination and the plasticity of the enduring vision of what is attractive and acceptable that has been fed to us for some time now and that most of us have accepted and internalised wholeheartedly.

Why? Well, it's complex.

I don't believe in blanket fat acceptance to a certain degree, because of health, and because of how the human body can look and what it can do when it's strong and fit - those things are good things. And, fat is fear, and an attempt at self protection. But, acceptance and love have to come first. I remember my mother in law's reaction to me trying to explain something about how it's improtant to love yourself. 'Well I don't love myself!' she spat in disgust. Ah, Catholicism. You have so much to answer for.

It would be nice if we could stop separating the external and internal so much though. Celebration is good. Normal people should be celebrated. Women should celebrate themselves. We all should. Whatever shape we are.