NSFW November: Holly Witt, Miss November 1995

I’ll be honest: Miss November 1995, Holly Witt, mainly bores the crap out of me, and I feel like Playboy did not put their best effort forward with this pictorial’s disjointed themes, nor did they demand enough of the model.

Photography by Arny Freytag and Stephen Wayda
I just feel like this shoot could have been done better. I’m surprised Arny Freytag was involved. Possibly he only did the centerfold and this Wayda character did the rest.

The kiddie pool picture is actually pretty good. And the one below of her in the salon chair with her hand to her head is okay. But the rest come off wooden to me and look like something from a much cheaper magazine. It’s a shame that they let her get away with just doing the kind of arched back, pouty mouth thing, because I think she was capable of more. Some more stringently unusal or less stiff poses could have made the shoot kind of this interesting and erotic, challenging look at the trope of the slutty housewife: the set dressing and pastel but somehow lurid, vivid colors would have worked great with that.

Instead, because she was allowed to go with Porn 101 posing of chipmunk face and out-thrust breasts (not that there is anything wrong with that pose in its appropriate context), the shoot just falls in to pornographic fantasy pictures instead of doing the more dynamic and interesting thing by elevating it a level further and erotically, cleverly referring to that genre, rather than crassly being it. Does this make sense?

Anyway, fuck this shoot. The rest of the text is going to be quotes from an interview that also ran in this issue by contributing editor Lawrence Gobel with none other than superbomb flyass mothafucka Mr. Harvey Keitel.

PLAYBOY: You must be aware of how people react to you. You’ve developed a reputation as a powerful actor willing to dare exposure.
KEITEL: I’m smiling now as you say dare. I mean, that’s what I do. I don’t know what to say, except that it comes naturally to me. You want to call it daring? OK. I look at it as being.

KEITEL: Here’s a man who is doing the job of a pimp and a girl who is working as a prostitute. It’s monstrous, it’s horrible. But that wasn’t my approach to it. My approach was as a working man. Often, pimps are brilliant people caught up in life’s misfortunes. It’s like this whole debate going on about the welfare system: Is it the fault of the poor or of their circumstances? I believe a great deal of it has to do with their circumstances, not just because they are irresponsible.

PLAYBOY: How could Reservoir Dogs have gone further?
KEITEL: Perhaps there was some way to make the universal quest more obvious to an audience.
PLAYBOY: You may have a point—most people saw it as a violent movie, not one of some Arthurian quest.
KEITEL: I never saw it as a violent film. … I see it more as a story about a man who is in need of nourishing a younger man, of being a father figure, of being an example. It’s a quest we’re all on.

You can read the full interview here, which I strongly recommend because Keitel mercilessly fucks with Gobel the entire time; he is enigmatic and a dick and just all-around brooking no publicity machine bullshit. He is the consummate Man. I love him so well.

In closing and to bring it back to the subject of this entry, I will merely add that if you are on a date with the lovely and talented Ms. Witt and are thinking of impressing her with a story about Pythagoras or Fermat, shut your piehole, because she lists among her turn-offs “math and history.” Awesome.

You'll go to hell for what your dirty mind in thinking...

Quando perguntam por que não acredito em Deus, digo que é por acreditar na liberdade do ser humano. Assim mesmo, como filosofia engasgada em utopia.” Mas que me seja permitido sonhar com outra vida e outro mundo”…

Que seja Wonderland. Seria, ao menos, guiada por instintos. Isso mesmo, instinto: ferramenta que executa nossas ações particulares, naturais. Se de mim o tiram, o que resta da essência? Resta uma moldura esculpida com o que clamam serem princípios morais, fazendo-me acreditar que não o seria sem “twiitar” dogmas ou que seria incapaz de contemplar a beleza do mundo.

Os sigo me prendo me perco me acho me liberto me prendem me perco os sigo.

Nesse momento, é inevitável não recordar do Federico, um primo argentino bem peculiar. Ele, na vulnerabilidade de uns chopes, confessou: “se essa merda de Céu e Inferno realmente existir, eu não quero ir para o céu. Que que eu vou fzer lá? Conversar o dia inteiro com Maria Madalena e Jesus? Eu quero mais é ir pro Inferno, com as festas, as putas e as bebidas!”

Mas de nada adianta essa ironia, caro primo. Você há de acreditar na sua conversão ao pó, mas eles refutam suas crenças convensíveis e temos que conviver com a possibilidade remota de sua existência. Contudo, não importa. Se nada existir, viramos nada. Se for reencarnação, não viramos nós. Se for Paraíso, não continuamos nós por inteiro. E quero continuar sendo Carolina Assis para sempre. Então, se todo o meu pessimisto ateu, se Deus quiser, der errado, de certa forma me conformo, já que os instintos estão condenados ao Inferno. E lá as pessoas se parecem mais comigo.

“a ideia da morte a enrolar-me as tripas e a certeza que Deus não somente não se rala comigo como não dá um tostão furado por mim, me esqueceu e ainda bem que esqueceu visto que fico à vontade sem me perder em explicações.” (Lobo Antunes)

Posing nude and composition

Before getting into the meat of this post, I need to apologize my loyal readers for my lack of posts over the past 2 weeks. I have been very busy with work and modeling, but I should have at least squeezed in a quick post or two…the worst way to start a new blog is with 2 weeks of silence! So, I apologize for not posting – I promise to be more diligent in my attention to Figuratively Speaking!

As an art model, I’ve come to the point where I feel much more comfortable posing nude with a very minor prop – such as a staff or stool or pillow – than with any sort of “fancy” accompaniment. I’ve been asked to pose in varying degrees of dress (or undress), including a bathrobe open in the front, my underwear, nude except for a scarf, nude except for a sheer stocking over my face, etc. I’ve also posed with various props such as books, flowers, animal carcasses (that’s another topic altogether), flowers, and toy guns. Using props and posing in different degree of nudity isn’t a big deal to me, but as a personal preference I’d rather be up there completely naked with no other props.

Posing nude is much easier for a model than posing with exotic draping.

The reason, you ask? Well, I think it has to do with simplicity more than anything else. I know how my body looks in different poses, and can control my weight distribution for long, difficult poses. It is very easy for me to find an interesting pose and stick with it for as long as necessary. But posing with props or costumes adds a layer of complexity than makes things more difficult. No longer can I simply pay attention to my own body, but I must take care so that the prop or costume looks interesting as well. A standing pose is all well and good, but if I’m asked to hold balloons and make it look interesting? How can I make sure the pose looks exactly the same after a break? How do the balloons change the way the light shines on my body, and am I changing that light with minor movements?

Posing nude with an open robe is fine, but I must find a pose that is not only interesting in terms of my body position, but also is interesting in the way the robe drapes my body. And with a robe (or any garment) it is much harder to maintain consistency after breaks. So I prefer taking the stand all by myself – just my nude body, perhaps with a “support” prop or two. Certainly makes my job easier!

One of the interesting compositions I’ve participated in as a model occurred at a large university advanced life drawing class. The instructor was very nice, but had a very “morbid” personality: she wore plain black clothes, and had a fascination with dead animals (hence the animal carcass). In one class she had me pose as a “drunken king.” Easy enough on the surface: I was nude sitting on a nice pile of soft cushions and pillows – no art model is going to complain about that. But then came the interesting part. To enhance the monarch motif, she asked me to wear one of the old Burger King paper crowns on my head. I don’t like head pieces while modeling (throws off my balance), but this wasn’t a difficult pose and the “crown” was light.

So my pose wasn’t particularly hard, but to top it off she scattered chicken bones all around me on the cushions. Yes, partially eaten and cleaned bones with morsels of meat still clinging to the ends. The odor was less than pleasant, to say the least. Finally she brought in several empty beer bottles and a large wine bottle – I held the wine bottle in one hand and she placed the empty beer bottles around me, intermingled with the chicken bones. The idea was that I was a drunken king after a sumptuous orgy. I didn’t mind that, but instead of empty bottles and chicken carcasses couldn’t she have brought in a (preferably nude) fair maiden or two???

So there I was, posing nude with a Burger King paper crown, an empty wine battle in one hand and an array of actual cleanly eaten chicken bones and beer bottles scattered about – I basically looked like the guy who had too much to drink at the sports bar the night before. I’m pretty open-minded and easy-going as a model, so I had no problem finishing the multiple-class pose. But it brought to mind Caravaggio’s famous Bacchus. I have to wonder: did his model pose with actual wine and fruit? It’s a step up from bones and empty bottles, but still. And check out that headpiece – now that’s too much!

Bacchus, by Caravaggio. 1596.

EBSQ Spotlight on Artistic Nudes: Aja

This month’s featured gallery is Artistic Nudes. The nude is a classic subject for artists and is of endless fascination and challenge. There are many types of nudes, in all degrees of undress and all manner of poses. Some are intended to make a statement, some are part of a story and some are just a celebration of the human form.

Aja

Just Wanna Be - Aja

My work has predominantly encompassed the subject matter of the nude ever since 2003 when I was pregnant with my son. Pregnancy felt to me like an invasion and a loss of identity. This mass growing inside of me, pushing my stomach outward, the object of strangers pawing and prying…a loss of self. I’m aware of how that sounds, and don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t trade being a mother for the world, but the pregnancy part really put me in a strange place. Like, I hadn’t fully gotten to know myself and now, I must get to know this little being even before I have laid eyes on him…Even surmising “how he’s doing” to satiate strangers and their relentless questions at grocery checkout lines seemed so peculiar to me, since I knew he was fine, while I on the other hand carried quite a burden. I didn’t have much of an outlet for this. Wasn’t even sure *how* to go about addressing it, since, even the mere mention that a pregnant mother might not be enjoying every single moment of such a “joyous” time instantly paints horns on ones head and places a pitchfork in one’s hand and the demon that is the uncomfortable, not quite so “glowing” matron gets holes burned through her maternity garb by the same strangers asking to “touch” her bulging belly….

So, I painted. My first real attempt was aptly titled “In Utero”, a woman suspended in painterly viscosity mimicking the bottom of an unclean pool…it grew from there. With each painting I get to know myself a little bit more. It’s me. Bare. Exposed. Much like I felt standing in line at countless check outs. Sitting in class barely able to fit between the seat and the desk. Standing in front of the world silently screaming that I had a voice too.

In short, each nude is a therapist. And I’m cool with that. – Aja

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Jessica Alba, hard sex scene from "The Killer Inside Me"

One of the most wanted actresses in the pages of man magazines, Jessica Alba didn’t want to give up her clothes. Even in her movies, the beautiful star has not revealed too much, leaving the imagination of men wander.

Here, however, that things changed. After the birth of her daughter, Honor Marie, Jessica accepted a challenging and shocking role.

In “The Killer Inside Me,” the Hollywood diva reveals a completely different face. Jessica finds herself involved in a hard sexual game, with almost violent outbursts and a crazy game of sex.

The film promises to be a success. Who wouldn’t want to see Jessica nude over the spotlight involved in a hard core sexual game ?

OPI: You’re a Doll

You’re a Doll was released as part of OPI’s 2008 “Christmas in Toyland” Collection, and is a pretty pinky-nude shimmer. The interesting aspect of this polish is the copper/rust coloured shimmer flecks throughout, which are very subtle from a distance, but make for a quite pretty effect close up.

Indirect sunlight

I know some people find these types of nude colours very boring, but I personally love them, and I think they are a nice alternative to the ol’ French mani (which I’ve never been able to properly execute on my own nails) if you’re after safe or work-appropriate nails. The creamy texture and copper flecks in this make me think of Zoya Harley, although they are completely different colours!

Application was good due to the aforementioned creamy texture – it was manageable and opaque in 2-3 coats (I confess that I can’t actually remember how many coats I did for this picture, but it was either 2 or 3). Wear was comparable to most others I’ve been wearing recently, and it didn’t give me any shrinkage (yay!).

So what do you think of this shade? Too boring? Or do you love these slightly unique nudes like I do?

Sydney Explicit Nude Modelling Plans

I’ll be heading off to Sydney Wednesday for some shoots, one is nude glamour for an artists project for an exhibition. One is adult photos for adult website submissions. This time around will be stripping out of clothes, open legged holding lips open and insertion of fingers and props into my pussy.

Misstress Torna_Do graciously informed me that queen of spades in swinging and hotwifing applies/indicates women with ONLY black lovers. I asked the meaning of them on anklets in my last entry.

Cucking Ideas

(These are mostly on the ‘dog’ theme) If your hubby is really into the humiliation aspect you could make him sleep in a dog bed that night or at your feet on the bed. Or you could use him as a foot rest while you watch your favourite show and your favourite meal that he slaved over previously for you.

My cuck always loves the idea of licking me out while I enjoy a smoke and blow smoke in his face, or watch some porn that appeals to me and tell him how I imagine it’s the men from the porn touching me. Using a strap on is always a good display of dominance and is sure to keep your cuck submissive to you.

Submale34 – I’ve heard of the cb3000 and looked at one online a while ago, but wondered if it would cater to my cuck as his dick is 6.5inches in length? I don’t have a strap-on, but plan to get one when I can. Mainly so my cuck can use it to fuck me without the pleasure he wants, and also to fuck my cuck.

Mistress Torna_Do – thanks for the spades definition. Always a pleasure to hear from another cuckoldress, I appreciate the support =) so you are going to have the final initiation for your cuck hubby? Some of my ideas are in this entry. More cuckolding ideas are mentioned above in this post.

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XOX