Here are 3 photos from my new “The Waves” photoset. It includes 19 shots all full nudity. If you’d like to see the rest of this fabulous set, please press the donate button which you’ll find on the side of my blog, and make a donation of $5 with a note on your payment saying “The Waves”, i will email you the entire 19 photo set.
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Anyone know the name of this beauty?
Save Second Base
If I see one more “Save Second Base” advertisement, I am going to spit fire. Are we actually naming a breast cancer campaign this? Are we STILL placing the importance of cancer-ridden lumps of fat and skin over the personhood and bodily autonomy of the victims of cancer?
My grandmother is a cancer survivor. She no longer has a “second base”, but she still has her strength, her emotions, and herdaily struggles ahead of her. She did not become some sub-human being a woman without breasts, and she did not waste away into the ground without breasts (but would have if she’d kept them).
Campaigns like “Save Second Base” completely erase the after-struggle and living as a cancer survivor - they do nothing but seek to uphold the models of a society based on the male-gaze that says “no tits, no public acceptance”.
Instead of saving breasts, we should be giving cancer survivors our funds. We should wear bracelets in support of cancer survivor’s mental health and recovery. We should rally to support those in our communities and beyond who have survived and are STILL FIGHTING to survive. Why the FUCK are we problematizing a cure for breast cancer because it makes women less desireable, and not the part where we can’t go ANYWHERE without being grossly judged and sexualized in every aspect of our lives, including and up to suffering from life-threatening disease.
Bye, I’m out.
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Chillicothe 1
Well where to start? I suppose it would be how my trip came about. A friend asked me to go with him to the Easy Riders Rodeo in Chillicothe, Ohio so I said hey why not and went. It was cool. Everyone gets shitfaced and high and omg it’s crazy. Everyone has a golf cart, motorcycle, four wheeler, or some kind of motor vehicle and they are all drunk as fuck but the cops don’t do anything. You just come in and make your campsite and do whatever the hell you want all week. There are people running around topless, guys walking around with their junk hangin. My voice is hoarse from screaming “TITTIES!” Mardi gras beads are handed around like money. Guys walk up to you and ask if they can see your tits and then they give you beads. I swear, I have so many beads. I will count later but if you multiply that by 4 you MIGHT come close to the number of people that saw my tits. As a general overview, I danced on the stripper pole twice, gave head in the giant bubble pit, got my ass fucked for the first time, had my tit sucked by someone I didn’t know, got fucked over a four wheeler, got eaten out and finger fucked in public by two guys, made out with like 4 girls, and ditched the guy I came with for a different guy that I fucked in an open field. Oh…did I mention he was married? Before you judge, his wife knew about it and she was cool with it. I ended up going home with the guy and meeting his family and having a threesome with him and his wife. I shall write more detailed thoughts tomorrow.
