The internet in recent years has seen an explosion in people putting their lives out there in blogs, sharing every detail of their life on twitter and facebook and for some this leads to a lot of success and others it satisfies an exhibitionist streak or a craving for approval.
Peter from Narcissus Gazed, Matthew from NYCDancer and Craig from High Contrast Cock all have blogs devoted entirely to self portraits, some quite graphic especially in Craig’s case. There is also Lars Stephan who is gaining quite a following for his photography and starting out used himself as his muse.
Matthew says he’s motivated by an exhibitionist streak, a love of photography and a curiosity for self portraits. Peter is exploring art and gender and beauty in his work and I think Craig just loves showing off and playing with his cock! Lars did an interview on Aussielicious some years ago now and found that while he wanted to explore nude photography he was the most affordable and willing model around.
Jay was kind enough to shoot this photo through for the public nudity challenge. He’s a San Fran native and goes for late night runs through the streets in just his highly reflective shoes. Jay says he’s advertised on Craiglist for nude running mates and has occasionally been joined by guys who like to bounce around with him, and apparently grab his arse while he runs.
I’ve met up a couple of times with a Sydney late night streaker and gone for a bit a streak. It’s definitely an intense experience. Unlike the guy that I’ve met up with, I didn’t find it that much of a turn on. Sure it was exciting and I’ll probably do it again, but he really gets off on the idea, to the point where he’s often pretty chubbed up while he runs. He’s gone for a mile or two with nothing to cover himself with in case he gets caught, across major roads and through parts of Sydney that don’t sleep. I admire his courage.
Does anyone else do this kind of thing? Tell me your stories! (click the photo to enlarge)
Tonight I had to kinda perform at Slide bar as part of their El Circo cabaret dinner. My pole teacher, James normally does a double pole dance routine with Paul but James was away, so Paul did a solo pole routine. Then we were both doing the “statues”. Now we come out and make our way slowly through the crowd, all lovely people having a 9 course dinner, wrapped in a black and gold toga, barely held in place with a knot on our hip. Thankfully we also have masks on. We eventually make our way to our respective podiums and over about 5-8 minutes do a bunch of poses and play up to the tables near us all the while undoing our toga and showing more and more skin. Our modesty is supposed to stay intact through careful management of the toga. Now I’m blaming the two beers I had for dutch courage, but I’m fairly certain at one point the 80 odd diners got a very brief eyefull of about all I have to offer, which given my nerves and the current temperature in Sydney, wasn’t a whole bunch.
I’m fine being nude as you all know, but being nude in a room of 80 or so clothed people is a little out of my comfort zone and spoiling their dinner with a flash of my bits really was definitely not part of the plan.
