Cheesecake at 50?

wide of the mark I did not plan to win the gachus rarus maximus Goth Queen head by Antielle and May’s Soul. But when I did, on one of my signature lucky first plays, I decided to have some fun. I’ve been thinking about modeling for kinky photography—the one thing that holds me back is how ugly I am (old, fat, ugly, did I say ugly? Did I mention crotchety?). What, I wondered, would dumpy, grey—and somewhat feral—Goth Queen do if she followed my fantasy of posing for cheesecake photos? At 50, Goth Queen is no sick fashionista. So she would make some dubious wardrobe choices: covering her fat upper arms and age-spotted chest with a formal jacket and imagining that the big ruffles will draw attention away from her small breasts and protruding stomach. As today’s photos show, however, it’s not the matronly outfit that ruined the first picture. One can be fifty shades of fetching without baring one’s flesh. But a pin-up must project confidence and experience, never posing and smiling like a virgin on prom night.
visibly gothThis is much better: softer lighting, a pose that makes a viewer want to unfurl the model, and a sexy smile. Wait, is that a smile? Continue reading

How goes the metaphorical war?

rail at all his servants These days it’s tough to tell the difference between SL’s warrior women and masochists, both of whom wear bits of metal on their breasts and look exhausted but satisfied après guerre. Add a pair of goggles and you can throw space maidens into the mix, as you will see under the cut. Please be advised that you’ll see more than goggles, so this is NSFW. (Let’s put it this way: in the beginning there were pants, but as the shoot progressed I saw that they were bad.) Continue reading

Cushioned, not crazy

discularity A student asked me what I think about metamodernism. I misunderstood what he meant by “meta,” a term I associate with knowingness. I was horrified to discover that metamodernism seeks to move beyond the irony and cynicism of postmodern thought without rejecting the whole of postmodernism. I will have to research this more carefully. Just now I feel duty-bound to impress upon the youth of today that irony is not simply a mode of insincerity. Irony is the recognition that sincerity is now and always has been impossible. One cannot forget what humankind learns from irony. More pics, less thought below the cut. Continue reading

Le creep c’est chic

truly awful I don’t know why this look took a dark turn. Oh, wait, I do: the TAG Gacha circus makeup from The Skinnery turned Portia into some kind of glam lizard. In a good way, natch. Continue reading

Making a scene

plotting It’s only just recently that I’ve realized that I can get to know people first, perhaps over a period of many months, before playing with them. And that the people I have known for a while might be good play partners. It’s tough, nevertheless, to see a friend who started in the scene a few months after I did (in August 2014) already have a dom with whom she plays regularly and with abandon. The only taste of submission I’ve had came just last week with a man I’ve been gladdened and maddened by for six months. Before it happened, we had another one of our tussles over intimacy (in which I cry and soak his shirt because getting angry is too risky, and he holds me and broods until he admits to some kind of performance anxiety.) I was close to angry this time, close enough to change out of my sexy outfit, which I’d had on for a matter of minutes, don my street clothes and flats, pack my bag and put on my coat. (I’d waited so long to wear my black suede Mary Janes with their 4.5 inch heel. I was crushed.) We both sat in our coats in an empty playroom while we stewed in our own juices. Once we were cooked through, we moved to a room where people were scening. That was too much for frustrated me to ignore, so finally I said “I want to sit at your feet and put my head in your lap,” and he assented. As he stroked my hair I turned into a pussycat enjoying a nice spot of sun after a thorough grooming and a good meal.
mistress commands Later, when I was back to my usual self, he described the submissive me as demure, and I wanted to argue about his adjective. But then he said he felt intense affection for me while he was stroking my hair, and I decided that I’d give him a pass…this time. In the hope, of course, that there will be a next and I will get to wear a collar and leash while I sit between his legs. There’s nothing too demanding in this scenario for either of us, which is probably the best way to play it right now. I cannot afford to sit and wait for the arrival of the lightning-bolt dom who will make me his slave. Meanwhile, I have time enough to wait for my relationship with my friend to grow into something more intense.

Credits
h.m.a.e.m. – The small faces necklace – two (NEW; comes in five variations on the faces; ty Riri! glad to have you back!)
Dead Dollz, Malice Poudre (only the blouse): on sale prior to retirement, comes with a black pencil skirt
Zaara, Trishna Leggings (these are old but wonderfully spring-like)
MONS / MESH – Septum Ring (style22) bronze (at TDRF)
MONS / MESH – Septum Ring (style23) [L and R nostrils] – bronze (at TDRF)
REIGN.- POINTED TOE BOOTS-(SLINK) BLACK
Essences [Storm TDRFusion03] pale02 *brunette* (at TDRF)
[KOOQLA] Nico – beauty marks tattoo
MIA14 … BEAUTY MARKS 1 Face Only
-Glam Affair – Gloss 04
.Birdy. Simple eyeliner
[monso] My Hair – Yong/ Black Brown
Clemmm, Damaged Hands *Bruises and grit* 1
Slink Avatar Enhancement Hands – Casual – Small
pose one: flowey (with a prop whip from Zibska’s Cynthia dress)
pose two: Ma Vie, Mistress
location: Hollowtree

Eyes enough

eyeing you I think this is my post celebrating the colours of spring. It’s time once again to think about cute bunnies and chicks, chocolate or otherwise. This week I dressed Portia up as a warrior and then decided that she could be any old urban girl momentarily surprised by a giant rat, and not the marshmallow kind. New items in Portia’s wardrobe include the Vykris Corset from Aikea Rieko for The Plastik and the colour-change Echo shorts from Zibska by Zib Scaggs. (A girl needs a battle breastplate and fatigues when she ventures out on garbage night.) One of my favorite new accessories is the array of arrowhead piercings from Alegria, which I picked up at Love and War II. There are spikes in back and a nose-ring too, and the set is available in copper as well as antique silver. It was 30L when I bought it, but that might have been a 30L Saturday price. Continue reading

Fooling around

sidethesaddle I couldn’t find the time to edit images or write up a post but that didn’t stop me from tooling around the grid and taking pictures. I imagined getting the definitive shot of the ravishing Dead Dollz outfit, which I enhanced with a bustier from Luas. There were going to be big bare breasts once the bustier came off in an adult sim. But I wasn’t happy playing with my old Lolas bübs, so I rather giddily invested in similarly pneumatic lips. Continue reading

Bad scene

strungouting I found someone to scene with (as the kinky say), and it went wrong, albeit not horribly or irreparably. You will find my story under the cut. If you don’t click onward, do take a moment to note that the Femdom V hunt is running a little while longer. I am still ambivalent about SLatex, but I was pleased to see how cute infernal Anorak looks in this coral-red number from Say Nothing. Continue reading

Sounds in the night

shadowed2 Portia is wearing the sexy lace leggings from Cameron Vasiliov’s latest offering from B.D.R. The Hunting Souls outfit will set you up for Hallowe’en. It includes a bandeau top, wings, horns and plain and gruesome versions of a neck corset. There are also more appliers than this blogger can explain. Check out the vendor for deets. And don’t venture under the cut if you are kink-averse.
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