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Okay. I know that the portable music player has been around for ages. My first was a transistor radio. Then there were "ghetto blasters." Then came the Walkman. And now, of course, the iPod.

 

Don't get me wrong. I love music. And I love the iPod's technology. What I don't love... or have any level of comfort with... is groovin' out to music in public.

 

Maybe it's just me, but it seems like such a private, intimate, personal thing. When I see people on the street, or on the bus, or wherever, with those little white ear plugs... blissing out in their own little worlds... it makes me a bit uncomfortable. It reminds me of my highschool graduation night party, which was out in a big field somewhere. As I made my way from Point A to Point B in the latenight dark... I tripped on something. And it was a boy I'd never seen before... masturbating.

 

It was pretty dark, and he was pretty out of it. Plus, he had his eyes closed. And I - stumbling onto such a thing unexpectedly, and never having seen a boy masturbate before - was stuck somewhere between shock and prurient fascination. And that's the scene that comes to mind every time I see someone lost in their own little iPod-assisted quasi-erotic, eyesclosed mindbodymusic meld.

 

I have, of course, grooved publicly at rawk shows. But that's different. It is akin, I think, to the gay bath house scenario. We're all engaged in our own little worlds, and expressing ourselves physically... and there is a sense of kinship... but it's dark, and anonymous. None of us can really see (or wants to see) each other... and we're all there for the same reason, engaged in the same... er, passion. It's when this kind of thing is engaged in out of context... in public, where most of us keep our passions hidden... that I find it just a little bit uncomfortable.

 

So... yeah. When Mike handed down his old, first generation i-Pod to me... it sat and gathered dust. I tried it in the garden, but when I'm outside, I'd much rather listen to the sounds of the natural world. I tried it on the bus once, travelling to the mainland.... but found the conflict too unnerving.

 

You want to get lost in the music. You want to let it take you over. You want to get to that dreamy place where you almost leave your body.

 

But... omigod - in public??? GAH!!! No way.

 

I prefer to indulge in private, where I can be free and completely unselfconscious. And if I want to close my eyes and twirl and swing my skirt... so be it. Ain't nobody's business if I do.

      

"No

Just a few words

before you go

I cannot sleep

Because I keep

thinking

of you

My cock is so hard it hurts

If you want to ever

let me fuck you

I want to masturbate

looking at you naked

with your legs open

I need to get it outta my system

Ugh

you are my passion

and it is very important to me

It gives me everything I need in life

Consequently, I choose my bodies carefully

Sex is very important to the type of the image I need to create

I'm gonna get you...."

youtu.be/rqh4UE4fIJ0

 

Blog:

elisthoughts.wordpress.com/2017/06/11/im-gonna-get-you/

Those who follow me on twitter (which is about 3 people on Flickr) should have read about this couple, who often meet up on the grass just outside my house. Usually it's too dark for me to get a photo but they met up one afternoon so I could sneak a couple of pictures. First time I saw them, I caught him masturbating (inside his jeans), and other times they usually have their hands down each other's pants or up their tops. On this occasion it seems he was admiring her breasts.

 

Taken on 9 August 2010 for the benefit of everyone on Twitter.

Those who follow me on twitter (which is about 3 people on Flickr) should have read about this couple, who often meet up on the grass just outside my house. Usually it's too dark for me to get a photo but they met up one afternoon so I could sneak a couple of pictures. First time I saw them, I caught him masturbating (inside his jeans), and other times they usually have their hands down each other's pants or up their tops.

 

Taken on 9 August 2010 for the benefit of everyone on Twitter.

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Yeah, OK, enough with the fluffy-froo-froo leaves and things; back to the shitty, nitty-gritty, underbelly of the City.

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=vHfWjYSwK9c ~ Subterranean Homesick Blues – Bob Dylan

 

Down under the street where few of the 3 million who live here, nor few of the thousands who work down here, ever roam. I don’t know why not: it’s got real “character,” it does. Great stuff for the photog and the artist: angle, curves, textures, contrasts, dynamic comps, ragged color, bright color, isolation, alienation, quiet and solitude, beer bottles, wine bottles, booze bottles, burger wrappers, gloves, single shoes and used condoms (the expensive ones, so some of the City’s high lifes, the got-some-money-in-their-pockets crowd, find their way down here too, at least for certain “special occasions”).

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=uncn2_Nfbug – “Special Occasion,” Smokey Robinson, (American Troubadour), 1968.

“How the same old touch, from the same old hand,

Can make me feel like a different man, I just can’t understand,

but every time you touch me,

it’s a real “Special Occasion” - Dig that!

 

Few people are ever under here, just the occasional, truly lost, you-can-see-the-panic-in-their-eyes tourists, or local residents: the well-to-do downtown livers who come to jog and walk their dogs, or the homeless who come to forage and sleep. But, neither of these last two groups wishes to have their image taken. The moneyed ones smile and shake their heads, “no.” The homeless ones give you a vacant, 1,000-yard, cataract-tinged glare/stare that silently, but emphatically, says, “NO!”

 

The Touristas one occasionally encounters down here, just have that look that implores, “How do we get OUT of here? Are we going to die?” :-) (I don't know why that tickles me. Everyone knows to leave the tourists alone ($). If you're going to commit some mayhem, do it to the locals.) ;-0

 

So, that leaves City workers (Dept. of Transportation, and Streets and Sanitation types) and us artists: little Upton Sinclair would-be’s, cataloging the gunk that lives under the glitz, of most old-style, big-time, northern, U.S. cities. There is the occasional John getting a BJ, or the lone weird guy sitting in his car, masturbating, (which some men seem to be able to do anywhere) but those are just bonus encounters for a voyueristic guy like me, armed with a 200mm, f2.8 lens.

 

The metal tube tower in the background, touching the sky with its red warning light, is the brand new [Donald] Trump, "You're Fired!" Tower. Ah yes, the glitz and the gunk, the high and the low; they live together in there. Oh my, I wonder what juicy stories there are to be told, from its roof to its lower street levels. Perhaps I shall find out.

 

Anyway, this is from the parking area in DuSable Harbor, under Wacker Drive and Lake Shore Drive, near Lake Michigan and Navy Pier. The high-priced spread of Chicago real estate looms above me. (The River North area, don’cha’ know, that 15 years ago was an abandoned, industrial no-man’s land.)

 

Flypaper Textures: Leaky Garrett & Herculeum Pumice - flypapertextures.blogspot.com/2009/09/flypaper-tex-box-1_...

 

and from Skeletalmess: Gangly Green - www.flickr.com/photos/skeletalmess/collections/7215761567...

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Why do we carry such shame in our bodies as women? Let's change that.

 

There is nothing shameful about stretch marks or fleshy tummies or NAKEDNESS.

 

We can reclaim ourselves. We can venerate ourselves (and each other).

 

Please send love to every woman you know when you see this. The next time you make love to a woman, infuse her with love. If you're a woman, the next time you look at yourself in the mirror or masturbate, infuse YOURSELF with love.

 

We are, each of us, beautiful and so worthy of tenderness and love.

 

Don't you think?

    

HAHAH! It never fails... sure enough something went wrong with my PS and this was all I could do. Lol figures. Hahaha I really wanted to take my pic today and not cheat... so that's why I couldn't post earlier.. cause I AM NOT A CHEATER! lol

 

the last 365 gayness um larger:

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Well the day has finally arrived.... I can't FUCKIN' believe it! I actually mad it all the way through. Bahahahahaha...and so... on this last day of my 365 here is what I gots to say about that:

 

Lets have a looksie back throughout the year...

 

Explored = 198

 

Front Page = 2

 

Blocked List = 362

 

Copycats = 17

 

Collaberations = 14

 

Arm's Length Shots = 39

 

Green Vest = 3

 

Cheated = 3 times..not too shabby. Lol I guess taking the pic after midnight is cheating..so pfft..whatevs.

 

Purple beanie = 12 ( started with it and ended with it)

 

Crying = 3

 

“Gay” tags = 112

 

“Fuck” tags = 11

 

“CTIM” tags = 192

 

FGR “Flickr Group Roulette” = 147

 

First FGR Pic =

  

My Most Favorited Person = Tony with Mr. Sardonicus coming in at a close second.

  

My worst all time video = www.flickr.com/photos/revamptramp/3506023191/in/set-72157...

 

Most controversial = The armpit which was mistaken for what folds thought was my large hairy beaver...

um here

 

My most favorited = www.flickr.com/photos/revamptramp/3790370042/in/set-72157...

   

Randoms that happened through this project: I told the entire world that I love to masturbate along with god knows what other horrible secrets. We got as new President and Maite got to vote for the first time. I fell in love, got dumped, I graduated with 2 degrees and went onto finishing my 3rd, I made two working websites, found my gaybear, started the fucking coolest group on Flickr, talked to people all over the world, met some of the raddest folks I have ever met in my life...right here on Flickr, lost my job and got it back, had my first flicky meet with Mr. Sardonicus, popped Emily's Skype Cherry, heh and ew, learned that I know more then my camera will allow and I am ready for a new one, broke my tripod, must get a camera that has a remote, did I mention remote?, learned that I am not too shabby with what I got, I turned 37, I found my first skin tag, I received amazing gifts from amazing people, I have never felt so appreciated and loved, one of my cats can only have moist food..gay, I am proud of myself , I died my hair um 11 times,I am even more humble...

 

I have so many fucking amazing friends and I wanted to thank you all with some sort of really cool words individually....but ya know.. I really do it much better with video... if I have left you out... is was not on purpose..cause I love you all...mk :)

 

THANK YOU..ALLZ OF YOUZ!

 

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PS. Mr. Petty if you are reading this all the way over in England.. I want you to know that I love you and thank you for all you have done for me... seriously..i am not sure how I would have got through it all without you... I will never forget your kindness... EVA!!!!! eyeballz!

In the Victorian period, two young cousins, Richard and Emmeline Lestrange, and a galley cook, Paddy Button (Leo McKern) survive a shipwreck in the South Pacific and reach a lush tropical island. Paddy cares for the small children and forbids them by "law" from going to the other side of the island, as he found evidence of remains of bloody human sacrifices. He tells them the bogeyman lives there as a way to make sure they do not go there. He also warns them against eating a certain scarlet berry Emmeline has found which is apparently deadly.

Paddy soon dies after a drunken binge and his body is discovered by Richard and Emmeline. Now alone, the children go to another part of the island and rebuild their home. They survive solely on their resourcefulness, skills that Paddy had taught them and the bounty of their remote paradise.

Years pass and they both grow into tall, strong and beautiful teenagers. They live in their hut, spending their days together fishing, swimming, and diving for pearls. Richard and Emmeline (now portrayed by Christopher Atkins and Brooke Shields) begin to fall in love, although this is emotionally stressful for them because of their lack of education on human sexuality, and are unable to express their physical attraction for one another. Emmeline is frightened after she begins her first menstrual period, and is nervous when Richard wants to inspect her for a cut. Richard himself has many questions about what is happening to them as they begin to grow and develop, but has no means of getting answers. He wishes to hold and kiss her, but when she rejects him he goes off and masturbates.

Emmeline, ever curious, goes to the other side of the island and discovers an impressive, Moai-like idol there. Instinctively recognizing that this is a holy place, she prays. Later she tells Richard that she thinks Paddy was wrong and the "bogeyman", who bleeds like Jesus, is actually God. However, Richard berates her for disobeying the "law".

Sometime later, their relationship suffers a major blow when a ship appears for the first time in years. Richard's desire to leave comes into conflict with Emmeline's desire to stay, and she does not light the signal fire. As a result, the ship passes by without noticing them. Richard's fury leads him to kick her out of their hut. They make up for this fight after Emmeline is nearly killed upon stepping on a stonefish and Richard admits to his fear of losing her. Emmeline eventually recovers and after she regains her ability to walk, they go skinny dipping in the lagoon and then swim to shore. Still naked, Richard and Emmeline share some fruit in the vegetation overlooking the idol, and discover sexual intercourse, and then passionate love. Casting all their unease aside, they regularly make love from then on while occasionally spending their time together in the nude. Due to their regular sexual encounters though, Emmeline soon becomes pregnant. Although this is clear to the viewer, Richard and Emmeline themselves do not know about the truth of childbirth and human reproduction and simply assume that the physical changes in Emmeline's body is her getting fat. They are also stunned when they begin to feel the baby move inside Emmeline and simply assume it's her stomach causing the movements.

One night Emmeline goes missing. While Richard looks for her in the forest, he witnesses a human sacrifice committed by the natives of another island at the idol shrine where they sacrifice some enemy natives. As he flees, Richard hears Emmeline cry out and follows the sound just in time to help her give birth to a baby boy, whom they name Paddy, in remembrance of Paddy Button. Later on, frustrated at not knowing how to feed the baby, Emmeline holds him in her arms to appease his crying, and learns how to feed him as the baby instinctively starts sucking on her breast. The young parents spend their time playing with Paddy as he grows, teaching him how to swim, fish and build things and happily raising him.

As the family plays, a ship led by Richard's father Arthur (William Daniels), approaches the island, and sees the family playing on the shore. As they are completely covered in mud, Arthur assumes these are natives, not the young couple they have been searching for all these years. Richard, having lost all of his desire to leave the island, agrees with Emmeline with an exchange of glances, and they let the ship pass.

One day, the young family takes the lifeboat to visit their original homesite. While waiting for Richard, Emmeline and Paddy remain in the boat. Emmeline falls asleep and does not notice when Paddy brings a branch of the scarlet berries into the boat. She awakes as Paddy tosses one of the oars out. The tide was sweeping the boat out into the lagoon and Richard, hearing her calling, swims to her, followed closely by a shark. Emmeline throws the other oar at the shark, striking it and giving Richard just enough time to get into the boat. Though close to shore, they are unable to return or retrieve the oars without risking a shark attack. They paddle with their hands, but to no avail; the boat is caught in the current and drifts out to sea.

After drifting for days in the boat, Richard and Emmeline awake to find Paddy eating the berries he picked. Realizing that these are the poisonous berries Paddy warned them about, they try to stop him, but he had already swallowed a few. Hopeless, Richard and Emmeline eat the berries as well, lying down to await death. A few hours later, Arthur's ship finds them floating in the boat. Arthur asks, "Are they dead"? and the ship's captain (Alan Hopgood) answers, "No, sir. They're asleep". And Arthur is relieved.

 

A grass tree at twilight, West of Texas, QLD

"Hi Doctor Blue," said the man on the phone. "I'm 55 years old and I'm a compulsive masturbator."

 

"How compulsive?" asked the radio psychologist, a woman in her 60s with more than a little experience with the subject at hand.

 

"Oh," said the man. "It's pretty bad. Five, six, seven times a day."

 

"Oh," said the psychologist. "And do you have a job?"

 

"Yes," said the man.

 

"Are you successful?"

 

"Yes," he said, sounding somewhat incredulous. "Believe it or not, I am. But I'm sure I could be a lot more successful if I wasn't... you know. Taking matters into my hands all the time."

 

"Right," said the psychologist. "Here's what I want you to do. Are you okay financially? Do you have a partner? Does your partner work?

 

"Yes," said the man. "Yes to all of the above."

 

"Good," said Doctor Blue. "Here's what I want you to do."

 

"Hang on," said the man. "I need to get a pen."

 

"Don't bother," said the doctor. "This is easy to remember."

 

"Okay," the man said. "Shoot."

 

"What I want you to do," said the doctor, "is schedule a vacation. Take six or eight or... hell... even 20 weeks away from your job. And do nothing but masturbate... all day, every day."

 

The man said nothing in response so the doctor said, "Are you still there? Did you hear what I said?"

 

"Uhh, yes," said the man. "I heard you."

 

"So?" said the doctor. "Can you do that for me? Seriously. Just try it, alright? And call me back when the time is up, and see how you're feeling."

 

So the man took the radio psychologist's advice. He cancelled all his work obligations and, for the next six months, did little other than eat, sleep and masturbate. His world grew very small and dark, lit only by his fantasies.

 

At the end of this period, his penis was rubbed raw. Even with the slipperiest lubes he could find, his skin couldn't handle the friction.

 

There was friction in his relationship, too. His partner soon grew tired of his "therapy," not to mention having to be the household's sole provider. On top of that, the partner wasn't getting any sex because the man was too busy (and sore from) masturbating.

 

When the six months was done, the man called back to Doctor Blue and her radio show and reported what had happened. He was not feeling happy. Not at all.

 

"Good," said the doctor. "See?"

 

But the man didn't see. "What do you mean?" he asked. "What am I supposed to see?"

 

"Well," she said. "How do you feel about masturbating now?"

 

He paused. "It hurts."

 

"What else?" she prompted.

 

"Well," he said, "it's ruining my relationship. And, after months of not working, not bringing in any money, I feel like a loser, like a parasite."

 

"And what do you have to show for your six months off?" she asked.

 

"Other than a VISA bill the size of Mount Everest? And a bad case of chafing? Not much," he said.

 

"See?" she replied. "You've learned your lesson."

 

"Huh?" he said. "I don't follow. What, exactly, do you think I've learned?"

 

"That anything done to the exclusion of everything else soon loses its attraction."

 

"But," he said. "I still want to masturbate. Every day. All the time."

 

"Yeah, well," said the doctor. "That's life. And that's your other lesson from all of this. You are who you are, and you do what you do, and the way you've found to cope with it, all on your own, is probably the best you'll ever do."

 

The man was silent.

 

Not because he had nothing to say. In fact, he had a lot to say. He was angry. And let down. And frustrated. And chafed, dammit. But no one in the listening audience got to hear that part, because, as soon as the man had said "I still want to..." his phone line had, courtesy of Doctor Blue's producer, gone dead.

 

So the man went back to work, and back to his old routines, and that was pretty much that. He got over his anger, and his chafing healed, and he started having sex with his partner again, and masturbating half a dozen times a day again.

 

One afternoon, as he was rushing to squeeze one more in (or out, as the case may be), he felt his brain go back to a place where it hadn't been in a long time. He found himself, fleetingly, wishing he could just chuck everything else and do nothing but masturbate, forever.

 

And then he remembered: he had tried that. And six months had been too long. So, surely, forever would not be a good thing. And speaking of things, his apparatus was suddenly limp in his hands. As if it had, finally, lost its allure.

            

I am wearing a slip under the water. Perverts please don't even bother commenting. This is not supposed to be sexy lol i look like a fish

Red satin shorts, satin side in, under blue pants.

Oiled up hot slippery thigh teasing and waiting for hot nasty comments and wet cumshots!

 

BBW CD Legs Slut July Thick Thighs Big Ass.

 

All my Photos are Personally Created and Copyrighted.

I love to expose my body and masturbate for men if I can watch them also !

These are possibly the 4 most famous Hughs in America, some for good reasons and some for not so good reasons. I'd like to give an assist to THE SIMPSONS on this one. If you like my original "scomedy" art, keep coming back for more. Also, please visit www.sfscott.com, and thanks for your support!

Last Wonwell shot, i promise. For now at least.

Detail from a mural found in a French cafe in the backstreets of Paris.

Don't look too closely if you are easily offended!

... with overly superglued pouches...

 

Got any advice on how to properly superglue something as small as the pouches there?

:T

Por la cresta que amo la foto y que tanto si ni me gusta, lo digo pa subir alguna wea porque tengo ganas de escribir y ando con el medio bajon :B quiero dormir y mirar el techo , ( cacha tengo poderes magicos entonces duermo.. y mientras lo hago miro el techo ) me juro chica superpoderosa :B no mentira me juro Maturana nomas osea eso es lo que soy :| y la foto ah la foto ya hable sobre la foto , pero ah ctm quiero que vuelvan esos dias y mas bajon me dio y que wea y ahh ctm! voy a llorar :B y suena lucybell & son las 11.56 deberia estar en la casa de los gays viendo como se emborrachan y fuman como weones :B si al final yo siempre soy la sana de la tropa osea obvio si soy la pendeja culia chica :B Wooooooooho ! ya me aburri y mi viejo me apura y ni idea quien leera pero igual alguien va a leer osea confio en que alguien va a leer y no sè porque cresta escribi eso y yaaaaa mejor no voy donde los gays y me voy a hacer tuto porque me dio pena una wea que no voy a escribir aqui y eso :B y despues de que leas esto a la hora que sea anda al baño y masturbate y muerete & ni ahì ! wea tuya si te masturbas :B porque son muchos los weones que lo hacen xDDD hahahaah ctm yo no :P no lo necesito hahaa ( : | ) no sè porque escribo tanta wea y siento que despues osea no sè cuando alguien va a leer esto y se va a reir de mi & si tu te estas riendo de mi mientras lees esto te digo que... BACAN :B todos se rien de mi porque hago muchas weas :X qe tanto? soy asi u_u y eso.. ah y extraño a dos personas de la foto :B ctm siiiii pero a dos nomas , a la vale y al oso weon porque son lo mejor ;* & me da el amor y a tì te extraño! y te odio porque vas a muse y no me llevas maraca :B pero no importa igual te amo y igual me da bajon al pensar en ti xDDDDD y no sè porque escribi eso :| .. ee mejor ire a comer chocolates aunque no me guste y me de alergia :B y wea qe no lo debì escribir aqui porque despues me vas a decir que la wea me da alergia y como soy tan weona de no entender :B y eso pero ee.. eso po y eso y eso y tengo ganas de cantar BIEN FUERTE pero no lo harè porque estan mis viejos a mi izquierda con unos tios y no los quiero dejar en verguenza porque despues no van a venir mas y si no viene mis viejos no se ponen amor y no me prenden el pc & ahora mi viejo me dice: YAPO HIJA APAGA /* ah el ctm cree que cuando uno anda con inspiracion no tiene derecho a escribir? aunque igual tiene razon porque estoy castigada :B y .. mejor me voy & Chaito , ocioso culiao el que perdio tiempo en leer todo esto xDDDDDD hahahaha CHUPALA :*

      

JAAAAAAA AUN NO ME VOY hahahahahaha ctm Maturana culia ociosa , ya CHAO ;*

please humiliate me by spreading my pics and links to public non-fetisch boards and galleries of your choice!!

Brea Bennett strips from her black lingerie to masturbate and get her moisture flowing seductively.

Detail from a mural found in a French cafe in the backstreets of Paris.

Don't look too closely if you're easily offended!

Here is my latest "masturpiece." :-) If you like what you see, please come back and visit, as I post often. List me as a contact and/or comment, as well. You can visit me at www.sfscott.com. Thanks for your support!

My Big Ass for You

 

BBW CD Legs Thick Thunder Thighs.

 

All my Photos are Personally Created and Copyrighted.

GUYS ON BIKES AND MASTURBATING BIRDS

 

I'm making a small magazine with the theme "Guys on bikes and masturbating birds".

It will be a zine with drawings from a lot of different artists.

Every artist have to make two drawings - one where the artist has to interpret the theme "Guys on bikes" and on where the artist interprets the theme "Masturbating birds"

 

If you want to participate then write me a message.

All drawings have to be in black/white - NO COLOURS and they have to be on a piece of A4 paper.

 

All drawings have to be finished and send to me on march 22.

 

You can send them in a letter or you can scan them and send them to my mail.

 

But write me if you want to participate.

   

Everybody who participates gets 2 copies of the magazine, 1 poster and some stickers.

We opened a group for the community transsexual

 

Shemale, Ladyboy, TS, TG, CD

 

In this group, more than 5100 members are here to meet shemales and shemales's lover for fun or marriage

 

This group is totally free, gratis !!!!

 

If you will'nt meet this community dont waste your and our time to subscribe

 

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Feeling slutty tonight...wanna play?

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