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Sixty Nine I understand, but I'm having trouble with sixty eight and sixty seven.
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Posted:Jul 15, 2014 1:10 pm
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I think I've mentioned on here before that I really enjoy the 69 position. The only problem is that it's a difficult position to get into spontaneously. There's always a whisper in the ear "we should do this..." but it's also nice some times to just flow from one thing to another. Anybody have any suggestions?
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Spell Check is your friend
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Posted:Jun 23, 2014 4:48 pm
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I don't get many messages on here, but I had one in my inbox when I logged in today. It read "I'll sucl tpy PFF want a facoal". I think I get the general idea of what he's looking for but can any body tell me what a PFF is?
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I may have accidently become a
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Posted:Jun 12, 2014 6:17 pm
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If you read some of my old posts you'll see I occasionally work as an art model. I mostly model for a drawing group, but some times I pose for a one on one session with an artist. These can often be a bit awkward at first. I show up at somebody's space, meet the artist, exchange pleasantries and with in 5 or 10 minutes of meeting this person I am standing in front of them with out any clothes on.
After those first 5 or 10 minutes most of the awkwardness is gone. When the artist is drawing or painting their attention is on their art and I'm focusing on holding still. We have other things to think about.
There's also the matter of personal safety. As you will be warned on this very site, getting naked in the home of some one you've just met has certain inherent risks. Luckly I'm a fairly large man and I know how to defend myself. I've never been in a situation where I've felt threatened but it's always a possibility.
A while ago I was contacted by an artist who wanted me to pose for him. I met him at his studio. He showed me around and commented on that awkwardness that I just described. I agreed and figured we should get the awkward part over with. I asked where I should undress. (I generally don't undress in front of the artist. I change into a bath robe and wear that when I'm not posing)
The first part of the session went well. Once he was drawing me the awkwardness went away as usual.
This was several months ago and when I've thought about that day most of my thoughts have concerned what happened after we took a short break. Writing this now, to try to review the entire day, I realize my memory is not clear on the events that led up to the break. I recall he was a bit familiar and I didn't discourage him.
After the break he sat down at his easel and I took up a Captain Morgan pose. After 5 or so minutes in the pose he commented on the fact that I was semi-erect. I hadn't even noticed I was.
Erections happen occasionally when modeling. Usually you ignore them and they go away. But he commented on it again. I became self conscious and found my self with a full on erection. "Do you want me to take care of that for you?" he asked. I laughed. He asked if I wanted to take a break. I told him if he was OK drawing me like this I was OK posing like this. He went back to drawing. But not for very long. After a minute or so he smiled and said "I'm sorry, this is too distracting", got up and approached me.
I remember thinking "what's he doing? Is he doing what I think he's doing? Yes, he is doing what I think he's doing." He reached out and started to stroke me.
My mind went back to when I was in college and I applied for a job as a stripper.( Almost a Stripper ) I remembered the owner explaining where the line between stripping (i.e. legal) and (i.e. illegal) was. I was pretty sure we had just crossed over that line. But I didn't stop him.
After I finished we hung around and talked for a while. We scheduled another modeling session for two weeks and he paid me. I said "I just want to be clear, this is for the modeling, nothing else." He said we were clear.
As I dove home I thought things over. Did I want to go back there? Well, I needed the money. Was what had happened illegal? Maybe. Was I OK with what had happened? I thought about it. If I had been there for some other reason, with no money changing hands, and he had reached between my legs would I have stopped him? No, he's a nice older man, friendly smile, pleasant to talk to. If he wanted to play with my dick I had no problem with that, money or no money. So I went back to his studio the next week.
I've modeled for him several times since then. Some have ended the way our first session ended some haven't. But our schedules haven't matched up lately. I haven't modeled for him in a couple months and in the last month I've started seeing some one, and it's getting fairly serious. So if I model for him again I'll have to let him know, no more happy endings to our sessions. We'll see what the reaction is.
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Every thing old is new again!
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Posted:Oct 8, 2012 3:17 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 5:6 am
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Hi. I'm Lefty. When I meet people from this site they often ask me "Why do people call you Lefty?". The answer is "they don't". Nobody calls me Lefty, I'm not even left handed. I just thought it sounded fun when I was trying to think up an account name. You can call me Lefty if you want to. I don't mind.
I thought up that account name a long long time ago. I haven't had a lot of success using this site for it's intended purposes.(i.e. having sex)In the many years my account's been active I've met three people. I've never paid for an account, I don't post pictures and I'm not what most people here are looking for so there's not a lot of action for me. But I've met three very nice people and had some fun. Mostly when I come here I look at blogs and I've been coming here infrequently lately. I'm not currently in contact with any of the three.
But when I have come here I've seen more and more people I don't reconize so I figured it was time to reintroduce my self.
So, as I said, I'm Lefty. I live in Portland. I'm mostly straight but have fun being with men. (and yes, I'm aware that can seem contradictory. I don't think it is but if you do that's o.k. You can call me bi if you want to.)I'm tall and not athletic but in decent shape. I enjoy being an exhibitionist or a voyeur. Basicly I'm open to trying any thing that won't get me arrested.
If think you'd like to have a sexual encounter with me, let me know. If you have no desire for a sexual encounter with me but I seem like a some what interesting person, leave a comment. I'm a little starved for attention right now and will likely wander away from this site again if not encouraged.
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...and it has been done (Part #3)
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Posted:May 19, 2012 3:48 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 5:6 am
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He complemented me often, almost flirtatiously. The camera was inches from my face then on the other side of the room. He asked if I would be comfortable going out doors. I said I would as long as the neighbor wouldn't call the cops. He assured me they couldn't see through the trees. Then he noticed the light hitting my face in a certain way so the camera kept clicking away in the kitchen. After that he had me sit back in the chair he took the test shots in. "Cross your legs. No, not like that, like this. Actually never mind, go back to the way you did it. I like that better". Then I posed on the stairs.
One small part of me was disappointed we hadn't gone out side. I'll admit it, I have a thing about being naked outside. I've thought for years about joining a nudist group or traveling to a nude beach. But it's just never happened for what ever reason and living in the city doesn't afford one many naturalistic opportunities. I've only been naked out side twice in my adult life. Ounce when a party at a friends house in the woods devolved into a game of strip poker. The other time I was camping with a friend. He had gone to sleep but I was still awake. I thought "what the hell,it's now or never". So I stripped and walked around for a bit. I lay down in the grass and looked at the stars. It was nice.
After he finished taking the pictures on the stairs the photographer suggested we go out on the deck. The small disappointed part of me disappeared.
I sat in a chair on the deck and looked over to the neighbors. They didn't appear to be home but I wasn't completely sure they couldn't see me thru the trees if they were. Oh well, I was trusting him this far may as well trust him that the neighbors can't see or at least won't call the cops. We went to the other side of the house and took some more outside shots. So now I've been out side naked three times in my adult life. It was nice.
He took a few more shots (four hundred seventy something over the two hour session) and then we were out of time. As I started to put my clothes on he said "Oh, wait a second", picked his camera back up and took pictures of me as I was getting dressed.
He paid me, we talked for a while, then I drove home, sat down to write this and now I'm done. I think I'll go do my laundry next.
I had fun and we both agreed we'd like to do it again.I'm still processing what this day will mean. Is being a figure model who poses for drawing groups and photographers really that different from being a figure model who only poses for drawing groups? And "what if some one sees" still looms over my head, I haven't conquered it yet. So what does the future hold. Another session with the photographer? Almost certainly. Another Craigslist ad? Maybe. A shocked employer staring at a picture of me naked on the photographer's kitchen floor? God, I hope not. But no fear, no envy, no meanness. And laundry, got to do laundry.
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...and it has been done (Part #2)
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Posted:May 19, 2012 2:47 pm
Last Updated:May 19, 2012 2:48 pm
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Cont...
As I approached the house he met me at the door. He greeted me and invited me in. We chatted for a minute or so. He said he was always curious why people want to pose for him and asked why I wanted to . My first though was that I couldn't very well go in to the whole discussion that I've had over the last two blog posts here and now. My second thought was "because I need the money" but, as I said before, while that's true it's not really the reason. So I said "Well, I've been posing for a drawing group for a while now and I was hoping to find a couple more to model for. When I got your email I was reluctant at first but when you said they weren't going to be shown publicly I decided 'why not'". I figured it would be good to bring up the "not show publicly" part. He assured me that they would be private. Now, I'm not dumb. I know this is the internet age and nothing is completely private any more. But the artists at the drawing groups post their drawings on their blogs or facebook and hope to have them in a gallery some day. I'm fine with that. But a photograph is different. A drawing looks like me but a photograph is me. "What if some one sees" is a big fear in my life. It's a fear that I'm moving beyond but it's still there. So I'm gambling that if these ever do get out I'll be beyond it.If I'm not I guess I'll have to get beyond it pretty damn quick.
He said he had a web site and an upcoming show for some of his work but these would be kept separate. He said I could trust him. He immediately admitted that since I didn't really know him I couldn't really know that he could be trusted, but he could. And I did.
He asked me to sit in a chair for a few test shots. After taking some he set up a back ground against his refrigerator and had me sit on a stool in front of it. After the camera had been clicking for a couple more minutes he asked "are you wearing a t-shirt?"
"Tank top"
"Let's see it" So I took off my nice shirt. The camera was clicking again. He asked me a lot of questions about my self. Often people do that to get some one talking and make them feel more comfortable. With me me it often has the opposite affect. I can't think of an answer, or I think to much about how the answer might be interpreted, and it makes me uncomfortable. But I was already comfortable so if I could think of an answer I just said "I don't know" and was o.k. with it. The next question was "are you wearing boxers or briefs?"
"Briefs" and before the request was made my jeans were sliding off and being folded on his kitchen counter. The camera kept clicking.
It's funny, I remember him debating whether the briefs or tank top should come off next, but I can't remember which did. But the camera kept clicking and soon I was naked and lying on his kitchen floor.
About the same time I had the realization about the blog post
I also realized that he reminded me, very much, of the artist who use to draw me in college. I'm sure that's part of why I felt so comfortable so quickly. This realization please me as the artist from college had died about five years ago. We had been out of touch for a few years when he died but there was still a sadness knowing he would never come back in to my life. Now here was a little bit of his energy back in my life in a way I never expected.
There were differences of course. The artist from college, while friendly and charming, was often bombastic and occasionally caustic. I sensed none of that from the photographer. The artist from college had also asked personal questions. But for him "I don't know" was a cop out. He kept probing until a better answer appeased him.The photographer let "I don' know" stand with out objection.
Then there was the suggested poses. More sensual, perhaps even more feminine, than a pose I would come up with my self.
And there was what I'll call, for lack of a better term, the sexual energy. Back then I modeled for the artist monthly for about three years. Nothing sexual ever happened. But I definitely got the feeling that he liked having a naked young man in his studio, not putting a robe on during the breaks. I felt that energy again today for the fist time.
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...and it has been done.
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Posted:May 19, 2012 1:15 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 5:6 am
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As I lay naked on his kitchen floor I realized that I would not get the blog post out of this experience that I was hoping for. What started as a desire to push personal boundaries and live new experiences had turned out to just be a pleasant afternoon being photographed.(See previous posts if you don't know what I'm talking about)
When I was about to leave this morning I heard my neighbors playing with their on the front lawn. I put the shirt I wanted to wear into a bag. I wanted to wear a nice shirt to make a good impression. But leaving the house at 11:00 on a Saturday morning wearing a nice shirt would lead to a friendly "where are you off to?" and I didn't want to have to answer that question. So I put the shirt in to a bag a decided I'd pull over on the way and change. Not totally in keeping with my "no fear" rule but I was willing to accept that slight lapse. I put some goop in my hair, which I don't usually do, drank a glass of water and headed out with a quick smile and "see you later" to the neighbors.
I had debated whether or not to bring a bath robe. When I first started modeling in college I knew nothing of what it would be like. One thing I didn't know was that during a modeling session there's a break or two. When I got internet access for the first time after I had been modeling for a couple months (Yes, this was way back then)I found a message board devoted to figure modeling. I read that models usually bring a bathrobe, or some thing else they can slip on and off, for those breaks. I'd been staying nude the entire time. I figured the artist hadn't said any thing so it didn't make sense to start covering up during breaks now. But when I started modeling again a couple years ago I brought one. This was for a drawing group, not a single artist and it was in a building at the university, not a private home. I figured it called for a more professional manner. Now, for today, I had put the bath robe in the bag next to my shirt.
The drive was a little more than half an hour. As I got closer to the end of my sheet of written directions I turned off the radio. I ran thru the list of unknowns in my head. I wondered if he would want to socialize before starting or jump right in to the shoot. How formal or informal would it be? I realized my heart was beating harder than usual.I realized I had just driven past his drive way. I backed up and pulled up the house. I got out of my car and left the bag with my bath robe in the passenger seat.
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Well, I'm going to do it.
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Posted:May 18, 2012 4:12 pm
Last Updated:May 18, 2012 8:30 pm
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If you don't know what "it" is read my previous post, Breaking my own rules. The photo shoot is set up for tomorrow afternoon. I'm nervous. I stopped being nervous about being nude in front of strangers a while ago but for this, I'm nervous.
There's the photography part of it, again see previous post, but there's more.
There are a lot of unknowns here, I think that's what making me nervous. I don't know the photographer. I put an ad on Craigs List, hoping to find more drawing groups to model for, and he answered it. So there's the possibility that this is a not all that elobrate trap to lure me to a secluded photography studio and kill me. Unlikely but possible. More seriously he could be not who he says he is in any of a hundred ways.
But, a quick search was able to confirm that he is indeed an amatuer photographer and lives where he says he lives. So the risk of that seems small.
What I'm left with then is an amorphous, unnamed, fear of the unknown.
I came across a quote a while back of some advise a friend gave Bob Dylan. I'll have to paraphrase but it was some thing like "people like us we live by three rules;No fear, no envy, no meanness". Those three rules "no fear, no envy, no meanness" struck me. I made a little sign with them and it's still above my door.
So "because it scares me" has become a reason to do some thing instead of a reason not to do some thing. Intelectualy I'm not sure this makes sense but it's what I'm going with. My life has been in the need of a shake up for a while now and I guess this is the direction I'm shaking it in.
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Breaking my own rules.
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Posted:May 17, 2012 6:18 pm
Last Updated:May 18, 2012 3:39 pm
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I wrote recently about how I've been modeling nude for a drawing group. It's some thing I did in college and recently got back in to. I don't do it often but I enjoy it. When I started modeling, way back when, I decided something: no photography, just drawings. It was a some what arbitrary rule, I knew that. But it seemed senceable and I've kept that rule all these years. Last week I was asked to model by a photographer and I've said "yes".
Why? Money's one reason (isn't it always).I'm trying to get some saved up and I hate to turn down any thing. But it's not that much Money so that's not the real reason. The real reason goes back to when I was in college.
My junior year of college I answered an ad seeking exotic dancers, male or female, no experience required. I remember being unsure of what the interview would be like. Would I have to dance? Would I have to take of my clothes? The answer to both those questions was, and I have to admit this disappointed me a little, was no. At the end of the interview the woman who ran the company, I'm trying to remember her name but can't, offered me a job. I said I'd have to think about it.
Now there are plenty of very good reasons to decline a job as an exotic dancer. But none of them are the reason I didn't call her back to accecpt it. Quite frankly, I just chickened out. I chickened out and it still bugs me to this day.
Thinking back to my junior year of college self I'm pretty sure I would have made a lousy stripper. I'm not sure what she saw that made her want to let me try. I was worried that I would arrive at a apartment and freeze, not be able to go through with it. I worried that some one I knew would find out. I was worried that I couldn't dance. Plenty of very good reasons to decline. So I worried my self out of a job as an exotic dancer.
So here I am, lo these many years later, with an email from a photographer that reads "So....when you are ready for a photo shoot...let me know and we can set it up". I type "I'm ready, when's a good time?" and then I don't let myself think about it. I hit the send button before I can chicken out. There are plenty of good reasons not to do it. But I'm going to.
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Well, it's not raining yet.
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Posted:Apr 21, 2012 10:14 am
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2024 5:6 am
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I had a very nice lunch today with a friend I don't see often. We took some sandwichs in the sun, it was very nice. Just hanging out at home now, getting some laundry done, meeting more friends later. A good week end so far. I haven't had many restfull week ends lately so I'm enjoying this.
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Sitting at the computer
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Posted:Apr 20, 2012 1:14 pm
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Oh yeah, it's going to rain this weekend. Forget this, I'm going out side. See ya later.
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