The pictures of Carrie Westcott, before and after, summarize completely the difference between beautiful nudes and pornography. Were it my site, I'd hang those two on the home page and invite any who would to compare. I'd marry Carrie Before in a heartbeat; she's beautiful, cute, sweet, mischevious, stunning, and anyone with eyes can see that she is not lying about her attitudes or intentions or promoting anything. Natural and full of life, she is a treat; Healthy, whole, and thoughtful, and representative of a whole lot more women than Carrie After, at least in my experience. Carrie Before seems to think of sex and nudity as a beautiful gift for herself and for the man in her life; a fun, healthy way to show him how much she loves him and cherishes their happiness. In fact, I could believe that her nudity is an expression of her own happiness and joy and inner beauty. I could trust her with my heart easily, she would make any man happy, and she will remain beautiful and cherished by some lucky man well into her old age. Not so Carrie After.
In fact, I wouldn't touch Carrie After with a ten foot pole. She appears to me to be a professional. A working girl. She makes money appealing to mens' fantasies, and if you are broke, she's not interested. When I was younger, I made the strip joints with my buddies occaisionally, drinking and cutting up, carousing and such, but after being married to (and divorced from) a former dancer who had money and sex so firmly joined in her mind that she didn't (and doesn't still) realize the difference, I'll not likely visit another strip club again. It seems her sole motivation for being nude (and having sex) was to separate men from their money, or at least maintain the viability of her own financial worth. Carrie Before inspires dreams and hopes and seems carefree and selfless in her life, wishing beauty for others as much as for herself. Carrie After raises questions about motives. Yes, she's beautiful, but the beauty is marred by her apparently covetous, perhaps deceitful attitude. Her eyes are cold, and she appears to be thinking about providing (something) for herself rather than loving and cherishing a good man and offering him her body as a gift. I wish more people would see the difference.
Not could, because they can; They just won't.
Most all of the pictures that I have been privileged to see on your site are of truly beautiful women, just like Carrie Before. They generate a response on an emotional level, rather than purely prurient. Calculated desire appears to be the furthest thing from these girls' minds. They bring back fond memories and fantasies of innocence, love, devotion, and the desire to be ones best for somebody elses' sake. Have you ever loved someone so much that it actually, physically hurts to look at them? They embody so much beauty, so much mystery, so much love that the only thing more painful than their presence is their absence. I would love to spend time with any of the girls from your site (not that I'm asking) simply because they're real. They look like good people, fun to be around, naked or not. Sure, I'm projecting my own attitudes and experiences big time, but isn't that the reason I've written you instead of a porn site? Would a porn site care, or would they write me off as a hopeless romantic sucker destined for eternal dissappointment, deluded by dreams and hopes that simply can't ever be reality given the current world structure. I think I know better. Your pictures evoke emotions on a much higher level than bare lust. They incite me to dream and hope and wonder about the beauty and mystery that is a beautiful woman, and while I can be as raunchy and rough as the next guy, I can't ever see me pointing out Carrie After to a friend as being a beautiful and wonderous gift to the eyes (and hearts) of man. Carrie Before? Sure. Any time. Isn't she beautiful?
Thanks for the great pictures, beauties all.
Best Regards,
Mike
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Dear DOMAI,
I have been frequenting your site for some time now, and I very much enjoy it. I've also been flirting with nudism for awhile and first gave it a try last summer when I paid visit to a nudist beach about an hour and a half away from me.
I was disapointed last summer to notice the lack of bare female bodies at the beach--while there was an overabundance of the male sex. Now, my primary intentions for going to the beach were my own and I thoroughly enjoyed the experience of being naked with others in a beautiful beach setting, but I have got to admit my disapointed. I had no intention of parading around looking at naked girls, but a beautiful girl adds to atmosphere---even at a regular beach a beautiful bikini'd bod can really make your day.
But like I said, I still really enjoyed the whole beach nudism thing and I've returned a couple times since. Including once last week.
On This occasion I was lying down my towel before I noticed to my pleasnt pleasant surprise that there was a nicely toasted set of female buns straight ahead of me. Funnily enough, I hadn't noticed before lying my towel down, both because at first there was a guy blocking my vision and my abscent-mindedness i guess.
Within my first 45 minutes there, I watched as guy-after-guy hit on this heavily bronzed beauty. I've gotta admit, it provided a good amount of entertainment as I found myself amused by the different attempts of these men. But I very quickly found myself empathising with this poor girl who obviously wanted nothing more than to tan free of clothes by her lonesome and perhaps listen to some music or nap.
I have to admit, I'd thought of going to chat her up myself---but soon told myself not to say a word to this girl....even guys who were sympathetic were just being plainly annoying to her as well. One guy was sitting adjunct to us and his friend comes by and the friend starts commenting on how this girl ("Lisa" I overheard her name to be) has the guys all drooling over her so to speak and how he felt bad about her getting bothered. The guy sitting down said the same. But from time to time the friend would comment again about Lisa, once not-so-offhandly insinuating that if she not want to have the men all over her that she sit over by the non-heterosexual guys. The guy sitting by us told him to quiet up at this point. But after his friend left, went on talking about all those guys hitting on her and offered her a cold beer.
By the time she'd flipped sunny-side up, exposing a flat stomach and a D-or-more cupsize, I had a good deal of info I'd learned about her from hearing conversations she'd never wanted to have: her name was Lisa, she was newly graduated from college and working for a software company, she'd been there since 9am, she was single, and this was the first time she'd been to a nude beach and had learned of this particular place from friends.
During the rest of the day, guy after guy would try to engage her, despite the fact that she obviously wanted to be left alone---they'd of course comment on her lovely tan and so forth. A couple of these dudes I'd see circling back and forth. One of these guys, who was wearing a bathing suit whenever I saw him, didnt utter more than 4 syllables as he'd pass by her the 4 or 5 times which he did, before he finally sat next to her. I watched him try to talk to her as she rolled her eyes. After five minutes of sitting next to her, he got---I thought to go---but instead he pulls down his bathing suit and sits back down naked beside her. After that I went in the water and returned 5 minutes later to see that this guy was walking around wit h his shorts on once again.
Finally when Lisa leaving, someone asked "Are you going?" When she said she was, someone else in the area asked if it was her first time at the beach.
She said, "Yes and my last unfortunately." And I looked up at some of the more seasoned nudists around me who had with me watched the appalling circus show of the 50 or so horndogs' pathetic game and they were smirking and making eyes at one another. I noticed that the one girl across from me was empathising.
"It's ridiculous," Lisa was saying. "I just come out here on a nice day to be alone, and I cant be left alone. I had no idea it was gonna be like this..."
One of the men suggested going higher up by the dunes to tan. "No one bothers you there." The girl offered that she might accompany her on her next visit: " You should really give it another chance. If someone were with you they wouldnt bother you. Just bring friends. Or I would go with you if you wanted...."
As she was leaving, she gave a warm "thank you" to we sympathetic eyes around. I hadn't said anything and she'd obviously noticed me appreciating her body very much for four or so hours, but I think she recognized the fact that I'd respected her personal space.
I thought to myself, Now I know why no females hang out naked here. And I began to muse how it was too bad how we males had to hound over them so, but it would be so nice and wonderful if more girls like Lisa could populate this one. Here was a girl just looking to be alone with the sun and sand and wanting a full-body tan but has to get harassed every 5 minutes. I'm not trying to be self-righteous, I could have very easily been one of those guys had I not seen what was going on.
Perhaps when we appreciate women's beauty, we should be careful not to be disrepectful.
Thanks again for the site . Its wonderful!
Sincerely,
Joey
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Something I have noticed when browsing photography sites (of both clothed and nude models) is that all of the models are, what the media would call, properly formed...there are no (or very few) disabled models out there.
As much as it sounds like one, this is not a criticism of the site owners themselves, because they only have a certain degree of control as to who poses for their sites. That is to say; if no disabled person contacts the site owner, then they will not model.
There are, of course, certain unsavoury sites but they just belittle disabled models...portraying them as subservient monsters...but the less said about those the better.
My question is why. Why are there next to no disabled models on photography sites?
Until a few months ago, such a thing would have never ocurred to me...but this changed when my family went on a short camping holiday with some friends of my parents and their daughter (henceforth referred to as C).
Now before I continue with my recollection, it is worth saying a little about C. She is my age (18 and a half; born a few days after me) and disabled. Without going into too much detail, there was a complication during her mothers pregnancy and C ended up with shorter arms than most people (and only one arm with active muscles)...Because of this, she needs help with most everything she does...writing, eating, doing work and especially when getting dressed.
We were going to stay in a chalet (a small holiday home) and the idea was that I would have a bedroom to myself, as would C whilst her parents and my parents would each share a room. This arrangement promised to work well, with everybody having their privacy and some space for themselves. It did not work out quite so well, however, since the staff informed us that they had double booked our chalet and that we had to stay in a three bedroomed chalet, not a four bedroomed one.
C did not want to sleep in the same room as her parents and couldn't sleep in the same room as mine so eventually it was reluctantly decided that she would share my room. Naturally, both mine and C's parents were quite strict about what would and would not happen under these new arrangements. I was made crystal clear that I was not to look at C in a lustful manner, nor to make any advances on her...also, I was not to help her change her clothes and if such circumstances arose where I was the only person who could I was to do so without looking so as not to see anything overtly sexual.
It was a fun week (if a little uneventful) and on the last day before we went home, we all went to the cinema together, C and I watching one film, our parents another. When our film had finished, we went back to the chalet together...finding ourselves alone upon arrival; evidently our parents were all still at the cinema.
She turned to me and said, "You know...I feel like going to the beach. Help me change?"
I thought something was up with this...after all, the east coast of England is not noted for its glorious sunshine...but nevertheless, I agreed to help her. If anything, there was little else to do and a trip to the shore would be a welcome way to kill some time, so the two of us went into my room, picked out her bathing suit, drew the curtains and locked the door for extra privacy whereupon I began to help her undress.
I helped C to disrobe whilst stood behind her with my eyes closed; reaching round and using her for guidance as to what to do. It was one of the most awkward arrangements you could possibly imagine (though in retrospect, it must have been quite funny to have seen) but it was the only way I could help C without incurring the wrath of both mine and her parents. However, after a few awkward minutes we managed it...and after the last piece of clothing had come off, she waited a few seconds before, "Andy...please open your eyes." I did as instructed and my jaw dropped with the sight that greeted me.
C had turned round, allowing me to see everything that had been hidden from me for the past week.
She was very pale...but this only drew attention to the freckles that were dotted over her cheeks. Freckles that spread all over her upper body, stopping part way down her beautifully formed breasts, each crowned with the most delicate nipples...
She was a lot curvier than the clothes she wore would let on and between her legs was a tuft of jet black hair, which had been neatly trimmed (how she got it that way, I'll never know)
I could feel myself going bright red...
C just smiled then asked, "What do you think?"
I was speechless for a little while, but managed to get out "I think youre beautiful"
C just giggled a little and sat on her bed. I joined her and the two of us began to chat...about how she feels about herself, how she feels every disabled person should be confident to do as they please...I forget how long we talked for; we lost all track of time.
After a while, though, she stopped the conversation and said it was best that I dressed her because our parents would be coming home soon...so I did. I helped her back into her clothes and went back into the main room with her...and as if on cue, our parents came through the door.
"Have fun?" they asked. C and I nodded and smiled to one another.
Never had I imagined that C would be the first girl I ever saw naked, but I am glad that she was. Not only did it teach me a lesson and open my mind, but it was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
Anyway, I hope that in some way, this serves as a lesson to all disabled people: Don't be ashamed of your bodies. We've all got our hang ups...and to someone, somewhere, you are beautiful.
-Andy
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Eolake,
Here's one of my favorite little stories:
When I was in college, a beautiful and very tall young woman came in often to hear me sing and play classical, jazz and folk guitar tunes at a pub. She worked as a waitress at a restaurant next door. The daily pub gig was a good-paying job to help me with my education, and an excellent way to meet women who had an appreciation for more than three-chord songs.
I am 6'2" tall, and have always appreciated girlfriends who are close to my height...the embrace is full-body contact from head to toe...but they are very rare. I haven't seeked them out...it's just kind of happened that way perhaps, with a few tall women remembered very fondly. Who knows what is in play when a woman is attractive? I've had some girlfriends who were "unusual" looking, like my wife who has always referred to herself as a "goofy looking girl". She is goofy looking, like Sophia Loren.
Anyway, "Nicolle", a teutonic and slender German, small-breasted, 20 years old, at a barefoot 6'1", was attracted to some aspect of my stage persona and initiated a first after-work conversation date at a local pub. We met at the appointed hour, and she appeared dressed in a pink one-piece athletic suit of some kind, with a zipper that went all the way down, but unzipped only to mid-cleavage. We talked about our interests...hers was ice skating...to be precise, competitive figure skating. She was a finalist for the Olympic team in a competition in our state in the USA, although it is unusual for tall woment to advance to that level.
We were both tired from our work, so I escorted her home and we kissed longer than I expected, and said goodbye for the evening.
She returned on her day off for my next gig at the pub, and stayed until closing. Afterward we talked about her upcoming skating trials, and how much she had been practicing so she had no time for a social life.
As the night wound down and closing time approached, she asked me if I would like to see her skate. "Of course," I said, not knowing where that would happen, but her reply was nothing I could have imagined.
"I have a key to the skating rink where I practice. Would you like to see me skate?"
"No," I said, "I've been playing guitar and singing for four hours, and I'm tired." Just kidding. We drove there in 15 minutes at 1AM, parking in front of the dark building. Nicolle took out her key, opened the front door, and found the entry lights as I waited. She disappeared into a back room and turned on all of the lights, then returning to where I was waiting. She gave me a kiss, and led me to a front row seat.
"I have a special routine for you," she said with a smile. "Just sit down and wait."
I sat in the empty ice arena for about 15 minutes that seemed like an hour, wondering what kind of craziness might be about to happen. Nicolle had an unpredictable streak in her that I had noticed in our conversations.
Our of the far darkness, across the ice, I saw a "figure" skating toward me, Nicolle, completely nude except for her skates. She was a picture of grace and beauty that was sexy beyond my wildest dreams, but a work of art in athletic motion. It was the first erotic nude gift given to me by an incredibly beautiful woman, freely without me asking, as a surprise. Her firm breasts were sporting erect nipples in the cold, goosebumps all over her body, as she skated toward me and planted a kiss over the rail, turning around to continue her rountine.
I watched her exquisite form, long muscular legs, and smiling face glide around the ice for 20 minutes until she disappeard into a distant door. Soon she returned, the lights were turned off, she escorted me out, and invited me to the apartment she shared with her sister.
After a tangle of long arms and legs, I emerged two days later into the real world. Wherever Nicolle is, I wish her all the best, and with good fortune and good health. What a beautiful woman and athlete. Unforgettable after 40 years.
Jim
P.S. I have created the www.girlbutts.com referral website to yours, but have been disappointed with the results. I was inspired by your site. I guess my problem is that I have not made enough effort to link with other referral sites on the web, which will be my next project. I'm trying to avoid porn links, which makes the job so difficult. Your advice has always been helpful and always welcome.
P.S. # 2 Why not samples of vintage nudes on DOMAI for referrals? I bought the CD, and find it fascinating.
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Convertring a "dirty old man" into a "Dirty Old Man"
At 62 I think of myself as upper middle aged. But there are many who would say I qualify to be called an old man. Until a few months ago, based on my actions, I qualified to be called a dirty old man in the worst of that phrases meanings.
I had never written down what I believed about nudity. But if I had I would have said that people who display their bodies are sinful (whatever that means), wicked, and not the type of person "good people" should associate with. And that men who look at women who displayed their bodies, either directly or in pictures, are sinful (there's that word again), debase, and also not to be associated with.
I am not sure who caused me to think this way, but I have three ideas:
1): My mother: I was about ten, and needed something from the first aid kit that was kept in my parents bathroom. I don't remember if I thought my mother was out, or if I knocked and she did not hear, but I got to the middle of the bedroom, headed toward the bathroom, when my mother came out of the bathroom, naked. She did a quick cover up and angrily (or so I thought) asked me what I was doing there. When I told her she told me to go to my room, she would bring me what I needed. When she did she did not say any thing about our encounter, leaving me with the idea not only is nudity wrong, but so is talking about it.
2): My cousin. I was about thirteen, and we were visiting my mother's sisters family. My cousin, who is four years older than me, suggested we play cards in his room. He laughed at my expression when I picked up my hand. Each card had a different naked girl pictured on it. He took the cards and showed me his favorites, commenting on their various body parts. But when he heard someone coming he quickly hid the cards, teaching me that you don't let others know you look at that type of thing.
3): My wife. Even after 34 years of marriage she is still uncomfortable with me seeing her naked. If we see a women who is allowing the world to see her beauty, like a girl wearing a tight sweater and low pants with several inches of skin in between, my wife always comments about the trashy styles. If we are watching TV and a PYG in a revealing outfit comings on, she says "you don't want to see this" (a statement, not a question) and changes the channel. In addition to reinforcing the idea that a women displaying her body is immoral I am reminded that us good people do not want to see it.
I am not sure if it is in spite of this education, or because of it that I ended up spending hour surfing the web for porn sites.
Three years ago the job that I loved got exported. A short time later we got an unexpected inheritance which meant that I could retire at the age of 59. My hobby has always been my computer, and now I had time to play on it all I wanted. The first time I typed "nude" into a search engine was just to see if what everyone was saying was true, or so I told myself. Soon I was spending hours going from one site to another, downloading every picture I found of a naked girl. Two afternoons a week my wife was not at home which provided me time to surf without fear she would walk in on me. I put those 6 hours a week to good use, accumulating over 10,000 pictures. Not bad with a dial up.
And then a few months ago I found DOMAI.COM. At first I treated it like any other girlie site, going from section to section, downloading the photographs as fast as I could. Then one day, while harvesting pictures from your news letters, I stopped long enough to read the letter. I found it interesting, so I read the next. And then the next. And then I came to the one from a man who compared looking at your photos to savoring fine wine, and what I had been doing to a man drinking to get drunk. I thought about that, and realized that what I had been doing was giving me no pleasure. I did not even go back and enjoy the photos I had.
I read your goals and philosophy, and I decided that I wanted to be a Dirty Old Man.
I would like to say it was a metamorphosis, that I changed and that was that. But it is more like Jekyll and Hyde. One day I spend going through my accumulation of photos, discarding most, enjoying the few beautiful PYGs I find, leaving some to reevaluate. Then the next day I stumble on a new site, and I download every photo I can.
I have found that beauty is definitely in the eye of the beholder. Some of the pictures on your site I find I do not care for. And some of the pictures from the worst of the porn sites I find very appealing. At first I thought I could only qualify to be a DOM if I discarded all the explicit photos I had. But then I rereading your philosophy: "There is nothing dirty or unethical about enjoying the sight of a beautiful woman". It does not say "in a wholesome pose".
One other conclusion I have reached while sorting my library is that my enjoyment of a picture is based as much on the attitude the model projects as it is on her physical characteristics. Some models look like they have been coerced into participating. Others have that dead look I remember from the people I used to work with who were only there for the pay check. Even if the model has the most appealing body, if her face shows either of those expressions I find it easy to delete. The keepers all show a joy with sharing their beauty. Some, especially from the amateur sites, are fearful on allowing others to see them. But it is a joyful fear that I read about in your news letters from women when they were able to finally take the plunge.
I wonder how my life might have been different if my mother had been confident with her nudity, or I had married a girl who could help me enjoy the beauty that the naked body is. I have not yet openly admired a PYG in the presents of my wife. I know that that would cause a very large conflict between us, and I am not sure I want the consequences that it would bring. But when I am by myself I am working hard to become a proud Dirty Old Man.
I am definitely a work in progress, and I would be interested in your thoughts and inputs.
Max Williams
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Dear Eolake,
I stumbled across some Domai pictures years ago and thought they were
tasteful and wished I could find more. I finally found your site and became
hooked. My experience on the Internet was forever changed. My search for
quality pictures that promoted beauty and the appreciation of beauty had
been solved with one word· Domai! Last summer I came to realize the real
power of your site and the message that Dirty Old Men want to get out to the
world.
A friend of mine growing up was blessed with a wonderful family who took me
in as one of their own. Every time I showed up at the door, I became the
fifth child of the family. Christopherâs mother had a wonderful love of
life that she passed on to her children and the other children of the
neighborhood. Christopher was the oldest of four children; the youngest,
and the only girl, was Mary.
Growing up Mary was the little sister who was always wanted to fit in with
the big brothers, and we did not want to be bothered. We just did not want
to baby sit for the young, fragile kid while we played big boy games. Years
later Christopher and I went off to college and I forgot about Mary.
After college I went to visit with Christopherâs family and saw Mary for the
first time after a few years. She had become a well-developed teenager with
a wonderful smile and athletic body. I wondered what had happened to the
little girl who bothered us as kids.
Some time later, Christopher came over for a visit with Mary who just
arrived home from her first year of college at an Ivy League school. She
had matured into a beautiful, intelligent woman. I stood there awestruck as
I invited them in for an afternoon visit. Christopher and I usually talked
business, but that day we had the pleasure of living Maryâs life at school
vicariously through the conversation.
Mary invited herself over on random occasions during the summer. One day
she found me working on my laptop in the living room. She noticed the
wallpaper of Tina in the water and then the Domai screen saver. She accused
me of ogling naked girls. She and I talked about how nudity had become
perceived as dirty. She told me about a party at school where a few of the
boys had gone au-natural. She thought it was funny and had joined in with
some others by getting down to her underwear, but that was as far as she
ever went.
Mary explained how she had felt uncomfortable showing herself to anyone and
had not even let her boyfriend see here with the lights on in the room. As
we talked she noted how the girls on Domai.com seemed happy and carefree and
gorgeous in their own skin. She wished she could do the same, but felt she
never could.
When Mary left that afternoon, she had a look of deep thought that caused
her brow to furrow under her blonde bangs. I figured she was shocked and I
would not see her for a while.
Mary called up a few days later saying she wanted to take me out for lunch.
Saturday came around and Mary showed up at the door with a lovely sundress,
sandals, and a picnic basket. I was confused.
ãI decided that I wanted to have a picnic, instead.ä
ãOkay, where are we going?ä
ãLetâs go to the back yard!ä she said with a strange excitement in her
voice.
Once out back, she spread out a blanket and opened the basket. She stood up
and made a statement of declaration.
ãAfter our talk last week· Well· If I donât do this now I never will.ä With
that she took the sleeves of her dress off her shoulders revealing the
smooth lines of her neck down to her freckled cleavage. Mary looked me in
the eye as if to gain some confidence and lowered the dress to her waist
exposing her breasts and flat tummy to the sun for the first time in her
life. Then she released any hesitation and let go of the dress and it fell
to her feet.
Mary stood before me in her sandals, smiled at me, and said, ãI knew I
wanted to do this and that I could trust you. Wow! This feels good.ä
I sat on the blanket in some amount of shock and surprise and awe. Mary
spun around and posed with her blonde hair cascading over her small round
breasts. Her nipples poked out and up, perfectly round as the exclamation
point at the end of a beautiful line of poetry. She had spent time out in
the sun as her tan lines betrayed. Her breasts were accentuated by perfect
triangles and complimented by the larger one below with a smaller triangle
of neatly trimmed, blonde hair. Her little, white behind was perfectly
round and muscular. She gracefully leaned over to remove the sandals and
sat before me completely nude, beaming a smile of pride having done
something she thought would be painful and turned out to be simple.
ãWell, are you going to join me?ä she asked accusingly.
Maryâs question pulled me back into reality and we started talking again.
She said that she had practiced standing in front of the mirror naked and
finally realized she really was beautiful. She looked at me as I undressed
and stared unabashedly. She seemed to be changing before my eyes from the
girl who bothered us growing up into the woman who appreciated her own
beauty and what that really meant.
We sat and ate the delicious lunch Mary had prepared. Mary talked about how
the pictures and our conversation made her think about her own body as
beautiful and not ashamed. She wanted to be as beautiful as the girls in
those pictures; I assured her that she was· even more so. After our meal,
we sat in the tree swing a while and talked through the afternoon as her
long legs dangled gracefully.
She had grown comfortable in her skin and proud. Mary danced around the
yard and felt the air on her skin. She bubbled with enthusiasm of newfound
pleasure. She felt the sun warm her body. She became a beautiful, young
woman aware of what she really was.
Mary came over for one more afternoon picnic before she went back to school.
I think often of the gift she offered me. I think often of the beauty Mary
showed in her confidence and pride. I think often of what next summer will
have to offer.
Thank you, Eolake, for offering a place for us as Dirty Old Men to have a
forum. There are results of the movement. Mary has even said that she goes
to your site occasionally. Maybe Mary will read this and feel the power of
what it has meant.
Thanks,
Anthony
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Here is an entry for your newsletter contest based on a wonderful experience I had last
summer:
My boyfriend and I have both enjoyed the photographs you feature on your website, but it
wasn’t until last summer that I think I really came to understand the real beauty of the
naked human form and appreciate the beauty of my own body. We were taking an all day
canoe trip down a Midwestern river with four of our closest college friends when we came
to a nude beach along the southern shore. It was a complete surprise to me, but
apparently a few of our friends had heard about the place and were curious to see it in
person. There were probably about two hundred people getting an all over tan that day. I
thought we would probably just take a quick look to satisfy the curiosity of my friends
and keep paddling, but the consensus was to stop and have our picnic lunch, so we found a
somewhat secluded spot at the far end of the beach and pulled our canoes up on shore.
Almost as soon as we went ashore, the three guys began trying to convince me and the
other two girls to get in the spirit of the “dress code” of the beach and go
skinnydipping before lunch. We told them we’d pass but we playfully suggested that they
were perfectly free to get naked if that is what they wanted to do. To our collective
amazement, that is exactly what they did, and in a few minutes, my friends and I were
treated to the sight of our three handsome hunks swimming and tossing the Frisbee without
a stitch of clothing and apparently without a hint of embarrassment either. We had all
seen naked guys before, but none of us had ever had the opportunity to admire the beauty
of the male nude form in a completely natural and non-sexual environment in full
daylight. I was mesmerized by this incredible sight of my three friends who now looked
more like the statues of gods that I had seen in museums, but I was also feeling a bit
panicky since I knew it wouldn’t be long before they would suggest again that it was our
turn to leave our swimsuits on the blankets we had laid out on the sand and join them in
the water for a nude swim. The time I wore a skimpy bikini in South Florida was as close
as I had ever come to being naked in public, and I knew there was no way I could do what
they had done and strip naked in front of my friends.
Since the beach seemed to go on as far as we could see and there was no one further down
the shore, I asked Rick to take a walk. It was like a romantic dream walking with him
and seeing how free and easy he was with being nude outdoors, but he could sense that I
was nervous at the same time. I told him I was afraid that he would want me to undress,
but he was very reassuring and told me that he would never ask me to do anything that I
was not comfortable doing. He asked me, though, if I was curious to try it, and when I
said I might be, he suggested that I roll down the top of my one-piece suit and try going
topless for a while. We were totally alone by this time and so I tried it. It felt great,
and after a while, I found the confidence to slip my swimsuit off completely. I could not
believe that I was naked in the hot afternoon sun, but the breeze felt wonderful and the
water felt even better against my skin when we took a swim. We were like Adam and Eve in
our own Eden, at least for the afternoon.
The moment of truth came as we turned to walk back to our canoes. Rick held out my suit
since he figured that I would want to put it back on, but I told him to keep it in our
zipper pouch. I wasn’t sure I would have the courage to remain nude when we got closer
to our friends, but the sensation of feeling free was too strong for me and I did not
want to cover up. My first test came as we approached another couple heading our way—they
looked to be college age like us, but they were dressed. When they stopped us to ask
about the beach, I’ll admit that I felt a little strange standing completely naked in
front of two fully dressed strangers, but any feeling of embarrassment that I might have
had disappeared quickly. Since they were obviously first timers as well, we encouraged
them to give it a try, and when we turned back a few minutes later, we laughed as we saw
them take our advice and strip off their clothes for a swim. I stayed nude all the way
back to our picnic spot. I’m not sure who was more surprised to see me without my
suit—the guys or the girls. I guess that I became an inspiration for the other girls
because within an hour, they found their courage and decided to get an all over tan like
the rest of us. We spent an absolutely glorious afternoon splashing around without a care
or even the slightest inclination to feel embarrassed or uncomfortable.
The events of that day were among the most memorable experiences of my life, and I still
think about the ways that it changed my life. I gained a new admiration for the beauty of
the nude body, and I find that I am much more confident as I look at myself in the mirror
after a shower or spend romantic moments with Rick. Before we beached our canoes at that
special place along the river, I would have never given a serious thought about going to
a nude beach or resort. Now I can’t wait to go back, and the six of us are already
planning to do just that next summer. I’d like to hear accounts of other readers who have
similar stories to tell. If you have never experienced the simple joy of skinnydipping,
either alone or in the company of good friends, I strongly encourage you to put aside
your anxieties and inhibitions and just give it a try.
Valerie
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Dear DOMAI,
Attached is my letter for your review.
Keep up the good work.
Eolake,
I want to thank you for DOMAI and your efforts to bring beauty into the world. It is much needed and very much appreciated. I came upon your site about six months ago and have been a regular visitor ever since. The "Beauty of the Day" always makes for an excellent way to begin my day. I have also enjoyed reading the newsletters and hearing from others who, like me, appreciate the beauty of women but who have been raised in a culture that makes us feel guilt and shame for our natural instincts. We need to cast aside the generations of conditioning and social, political, and religious baggage and embrace fully the beauty around us and within us. In turn, we need to find the courage to live our lives openly and honestly. In doing so we open the way for others to do the same. This is exactly what happened to me almost one year ago.
I was in the midst of a major life transition. After years of searching, I had finally found the courage to follow my bliss. I was going to live life the way I wanted to live it Ü not my parent's way, or my wife's way, or the church's, or society's Ü mine. I remember vividly the day I stood in my closet and realized that I didn't like any of my clothes. I didn't care for the house I lived in or even the town. I also disliked my job and was unhappy in my marriage. "So why am I here?" I thought. "This is insane." I vowed to myself that I would be authentic. I would live a life true to my inner knowing. This required a complete metamorphosis Ü an end to my marriage, a new career, a different home, a new life.
I wanted time to assess everything before taking the plunge, so I took a trip that I had always wanted to take Ü to the giant redwood forest of California. I wanted also to push myself out of my comfort zone and have a glimpse of the life I envisioned having, so I made plans to spend a few days at a "clothing optional" retreat in the California wine country. This was the first time in my entire life that I had ever vacationed alone. It was a time of deep introspection and reflection and it was profound. Three days of hiking among some of the world's oldest and tallest trees was rejuvenating. I became more connected to who I really was and was able to make peace with my past and embrace my new path. Then I went to the retreat, wondering all the while if I could actually walk my talk.
I didn't really know what to expect. I had never been nude in public. Intellectually and morally I didn't have a problem with it and I couldn't understand why so many people did. However, like many uninitiated, I worried that my body wasn't the best, or even worse that I might become aroused in the company of attractive females and embarrass myself. But despite my worries, I was determined to have the experience. I knew it was something I needed to do. Thus, I checked in and made my way to the heated natural springs that were the focal point of the retreat.
I entered the co-ed dressing room to find all manner of people in various stages of dress Ü young, old, short, tall, thin, fat, fit, and every shade in between. Not one of them seemed to care that others were seeing them naked. That alone was encouraging and liberating. I knew at that moment that these people weren't like the ones I had grown up with. They weren't prudes. They weren't offended by nudity and didn't see it as "wrong" or "dirty" or "shameful." I was among people of like-mind. I took off my clothes and stepped outside to the refreshing chill of the late afternoon air. I was naked in public for the first time and to my pleasant surprise it felt like the most natural thing in the world. I sat and soaked in the natural hot springs for some time Ü watching those around me and feeling the profound sense of peace that was radiating from within. I felt at home in my own skin for the first time in a long time.
During my stay I did encounter many attractive young women (who could all be models for DOMAI) and discovered that my fears about sexual arousal were completely misplaced. Instead of seeing them as sexual objects, I saw them as people Ü beautiful people. One encounter in particular changed me in a profound way. I was in one of the smaller pools soaking up the warm afternoon sun in the company of about six others when two women came over and got in. One was a brunette and kept a towel around her until she was close enough to slide into the water. The other had sandy blonde hair and a firm lithe body that she clearly had no hang ups about. She carried her towel at her side, dropped it on a bench some distance from the pool and walked nonchalantly to the water's edge. She was completely at ease with herself. I found her demeanor Ü her confidence and self-assuredness Ü just as attractive as her body, perhaps more so (and she had a great body). From that moment, I knew I wanted to talk to her, to get to know her, but her mere presence brought up so much "stuff" within me that I could not approach her just then. Women don't fully understand how they affect men. They have the power to completely short-circuit us. We loose the ability to think clearly, much less form coherent sentences. That is why otherwise confident men come off as babbling idiots when making first contact with an attractive woman. So I sat and felt and processed and got comfortable with me and who I was and where I was. I sat for almost an hour and listened to my inner voice Ü and to the conversations she was having with others in the pool. In time I regained my senses and it happened.
I heard her mention the word "permaculture" which stands for permanent agriculture, a sustainable form of growing food crops that I had spent four years studying but which almost no one in my hometown of Dallas, Texas ever heard of. I spoke up and within moments we were standing face to face talking about ecologically sustainable development Ü while completely naked in a pool in the middle of the afternoon. It was surreal. The conversation continued and I learned that she was a dancer and a masseuse and had lived on an eco-farm in Central America for seven years. I was intrigued. The more I learned about her the more I wanted to know, but it was not to be. We talked for only fifteen minutes and then she had to leave as she and her friend were driving home that very evening (damn my luck). I watched her exit the pool and stared at her incredible being as she walked away. She was one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.
I saw her one last time an hour later as she was walking to her car. (I had since put on my clothes and was going to dinner.) I spoke to her and wished her a safe trip. That's when I realized what it was about her that captivated me so. It was her inner beauty. When you are naked and everyone around you is naked there are no clothes to hide behind, no projections of an image you want the world to see, no facades. Sure, you might still have your psychological armor on, but one major barrier to getting to know someone has been removed. In short order you stop "checking out" their bodies. You notice them in total. You note the shape, the muscle tone, the tattoos, piercings, or scars, then you being to focus on their eyes. When you look into someone's eyes you begin to truly see them. You connect.
Men are visual. We process the world eyes to heart. Women are just the opposite. They process the world heart to eyes. Women are the most appealing form to men. A woman's body with its curves, lines, firmness and softness is every bit as beautiful as the most amazing sunset or the most magnificent landscape or the prettiest flower. That is why men have been attempting to capture the image in art since the dawn of time. We love to look at their bodies because it stirs something within us and allows us to connect with a different, deeper part of ourselves. Men do the same for women but in a different way. A woman is more likely to be moved by a man's confidence or caring, but the result is the same Ü a connection with something within, something that can only be felt via the opposite sex.
Unfortunately our culture has conditioned men to feel bad about being men. We are taught that we aren't supposed to appreciate the beauty of women openly and honestly even though in our gut we know that goes against our nature. This same culture then uses sex to sell everything. This dichotomy Ü the constant presentation of women as sex objects juxtaposed with cultural prejudice against appreciating the female form Ü makes for a very frustrating existence that is unfair to both sexes. This need not be the case.
Men aren't as base as we've been made out to be and women are so much more than their bodies. That is why DOMAI has struck a chord with so many. We seek something more than just sex. We seek beauty. That is what I discovered during my brief encounter that day in the pool last April. Yes, there was an element of sexual attraction involved, but it lasted only a moment. It wasn't a sexual situation so the sexual energy/impulse quickly transmuted into something higher Ü an appreciation and awareness of beauty.
That all-too-short encounter changed me because it allowed me to experience something very important about myself, about men and women, about life, about beauty and about the nature humanity and the universe. That may sound overly dramatic but I know I felt it and will be forever grateful for the understanding that came with it. (I suspect that many fellow DOMAI readers know exactly what I'm talking about.) I realized to what extent we are living in a madhouse of sorts. Our world is so-often out of sync with our higher nature. That is both profoundly sad and enlightening. What I experienced that day should be the norm, not the exception.
I only wish I had spoken up sooner and we had talked longer. But I'll always have the memory.
Sincerely,
Tim
Dallas, TX U.S.A.
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Dear DOMAI:
I am a 16 year old artist. I've been actively drawing since I was three years old, and am now an active figure drawing artist. Of course, that definitely was not always the case. Read my story here, exclusively posted on DOMAI here:
http://legacy.domai.com/news/2003/09september-05/index.html
As the story says, when I started to make the transition from only drawing cartoons and still life to drawing nudes, I got some very unpleasant and discouraging reactions from my viewers--family, friends, and strangers. Some people seemed so judgmental and mean when they found out that I was drawing nudes, so that really slowed me down. But I later took back control over my sketchbook and realized that this was my ground for self expression and only I should decide what goes into my sketchbook. This revival of authority was also reinforced by the people who showed that they like my figure drawings.
But lately, though, I've been really pondering about the people that didn't like them. I found many things confusing about their behavior. I compiled a few details about many of these people: details that seem to conflict with their displays of disliking nudity:
-All were allowed to see a nude member of their opposite sex
-Most of these people were young, but grown men
-Many of them were teens
-Some were married
-Nearly all of them are admittedly sexually active
So, how can these people hate nudity? Why is it that they threw my sketchbook back at me and called me names like "pervert!" Why is that these people did not even give me art a chance? Why are they acting like this?
Regardless of how these people are reacting to my nude drawings, it is the most common case that they do not really hate the nudity. Do married people cover their eyes when they're mates are undressing? No. In fact, most of them really like what they see in nude images. So, why won't they look at my art?
This all goes back to what they are taught--what most people are trained to believe. Most people believe that nudity is an un-natural thing. Since they were children, they and the people around them were restricted to remain clothed at all times, except in the most necessary, isolated situations (like showering, etc.) Any other situation would be shameful and/or immoral. The same goes for any images. It is then where the hate and shame for nudity is sprouted.
However, as they get older, people will start to like the sight of nudity. Sadly, this is a sole sexual desire for most people. But, nonetheless, the hate for nudity usually fades, being succeeded by a pure shame for nudity.So, though the viewers may like what they see, they are usually ashamed to like it!
As in the case with my art, then, they will do whatever they can to hide the fact that they like what they see. They will resort to returning the art, walking away from me, and/or calling me names (some call me names while they're still looking :-) I am almost sure that those same people would not have a problem at all if they were looking at nude drawings on a deserted island. They're love for the nudity is well hidden there. No one will know.
Can these people lose their shame and realize how natural of a thing nudity is? Well, we usually can not do much to change the person who feels that way. But it's always important to respect they're feelings toward nudity. Eolake once told me "One idea might be to say to people before they look: 'You should know there is nude art in there, in case you mind.' " That will keep them from exploding if they do run into it.
If we do come across someone who "hates" nudity, we can hear them out by asking them why they feel that way. Then, we can give our reasons for believing otherwise (there are tons of reasons on this site, look through).
I view DOMAI as not just a nude photography gallery, but an educational webiste, teaching what we ought to know about they natural-ness of nudity and the OK-ness of looking. It certainly saved me! Thank you DOMAI!
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I am a 26 year old woman, and finding DOMAI has helped me heal the dichotomy between smart/beautiful, by helping me rediscover the beauty of my own femininity.
When I was young, there was a strong push to encourage smart girls to do well in school and aim high for careers. This was, however, often presented as if it required denying femininity in order to succeed at being smart. Typical young girl activities (makeup, talking with friends, playing and being silly) were put down as shallow, and unimportant, since "you're smart, so you don't have to be beautiful."
I internalized a feeling that if I was going to be the smartest person in class, then I shouldn't also be pretty, because beauty was unimportant, and being both smart and pretty would be "too much", and make others feel bad. But, talking, playing, and experimenting with beauty and appearance are how young girls build friendships and learn how to communicate and get along. Denying the social importance of beauty for smart girls is ignoring the fact that public image and presentation are critical in business, when they become adults.
Comparing beauty and intelligence ("you don't have to be beautiful, because you are smart instead") implies that they are a tradeoff. Nothing could be further from the truth - beauty takes planning, knowledge, perceptiveness, and critical thinking. While the intention was to help smart girls aim high and succeed (women's liberation and all), the effect was still devaluing/losing feminine power in order to get there. Maybe if some of the other smart girls saw that a girl could be smart and still be pretty/sociable, they would stop thinking they had to act dumb in class in order to stay attractive or social.
Denying feminine power also came across in statements such as, "don't brag, it makes others feel bad" and "don't make others feel intimidated by talking about how well you did," and "quit bossing people around." This also put a burden on me to be accountable for other girls' self esteem, by making myself appear less in order to not make them jealous. Be modest, so other people won't feel bad. When a girl tells kids what game to play, it's bossy, but when a boy tells kids what game to play, it's leadership. Above all, don't be "too much" of anything.
Devaluing the feminine is still intense in US culture. "Modesty" gives a pressure to cover up and not appear sexual; implying that the body is shameful or offensive if seen. This is intensified by the tendency to sexualize all beauty, especially in young women, and then shame or deny their actual sexual desires. A teenage girl is seen as a slut if she shows cleavage, while simultaneously being told that changing bodies are nothing to worry about, and yet that she'd be best to avoid all sexual contact and continue dressing as a child would, conservatively. This intensely denies her feelings, desires, her changing body, and the power of self expression to help her find herself. There is a virgin/whore dichotomy going on, with no archetype in between them for the powerful, feminine woman.
Instead she is told to act modest (cover herself, don't appear too smart, too pretty, too assertive, too enthusiastic, too much). The excuse is that it makes others feel bad - but they will only feel bad if they already have low self-esteem. If they feel good, they will celebrate her achievements right along with her, and be supportive. Modesty and jealousy are twins, and are a holdover from a Victorian era, when women weren't allowed to shine. The goal of modesty is to hold everyone down, not help them fulfill their desires. What if a woman's beauty and intelligence, shining clear and bright, could help encourage others to try to become more, do more, live more, enjoy more? Everyone would be better for it.
As my education and career proceeded in a mostly-male field (computer programming), I realized that I deeply missed the friendship of women, and began seeking out what it meant to me to be a woman. I realized how out of touch with femininity I was, and how strongly I missed the sense of grace and playfulness it involved. My searches led me to DOMAI after a while, and I saw in the photos the same playful, relaxed, sensual innocence of spirit that was exactly what I imagined and remembered.
As I read, I healed. The stories celebrating someone's memory of seeing a nude woman helped me realized that my body was already beautiful, and certainly not offensive or unwanted. I realized that people can react calmly to encountering unexpected nudity, with innocent looking, strong but gentle desire, and appreciation and respect.
I felt respected as a woman, because I am a woman, and not in spite of it.
This was a key to rediscovering my femininity, as the environment helped me feel it was supported, not denied. The photos also reminded me of my own childhood forest playtime. I was occassionally nude, generally for the sensual involvement (warm sun, soft grass, cool water), and focused on the beauty of the natural world. While I had sensual-sexual feelings even as a young child, the focus was on simple enjoyment and freedom. I was the most myself was I was unwatched, uninihibited, and playing freely.
I had accepted being smart, but until recently, I had trouble accepting that I could also be feminine. By helping me rediscover what femininity means to me, DOMAI has resolved the smart/beautiful dichotomy in my mind. In the stories, women are portrayed as intelligent, thoughtful, and sensitive, as well as beautiful, strong, adventurous, assertive, and in control. By recognizing the power women can have, and potraying it beautifully, DOMAI has reminded me of how to integrate my own power with my femininity. It has helped me feel whole, and repaired many self-esteem issues that arose from social pressure.
I hope that within a couple years, as my photography skills grow, I will have something to contribute to this great-and socially important-work of art. In the meantime, thank you for a site that provides images we so deeply needed of ourselves - a powerful, feminine reality that is neither child virgin nor overtly sexualized whore.
-Jenny
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Hi eolake.
I love your site! It's about time someone on the internet stood up and created a venue for nonpornographic appreciation of the female physique. Anyway, i have a story for you:
A couple of years ago i was studying abroad in sydney, australia. Now, my school had an enormous study abroad program; there were 3 programs in australia alone. So there was a trip coordinated over a week that we go to melbourne; that is students from all three programs. I was certainly looking forward to it, as i'd heard melbourne was quite a contemporary and cosmopolitan city, and also, of course, i'd get to see friends i hadnt seen in months.
The sydney crew got there earlier than the rest, which was in fact not early at all. So we ate dinner and some of the guys started checking around about the bars around. When the rest arrived we went out, and we rolled deep---there mustve been close to 50 of us. We looked like some sort of field trip!
Anyways, as it is bound to happen with such a big group, the masses dissipated into the few. I personally, though i still cant figure out how it happened, found myself with five adorable girls, none of whom was i particularly good friends with.
We found ourselves wandering the streets of melbourne after the bars closed, grabbing late-nite snacks and smoking marlboro lites. It was late and the weather was crappy, raining on and offf, and cold, and we began to turn our attentions to finding a way home. We were certain we could make it without aid of a cab, or at least grace the most assertive amongst us was.
I was sobering up (and i hadnt been too drunk to begin with) but was nevertheless buzzing off the beauty of these girls. Chrissy i absolutely love. She's extremely shy in such a cute way and awkwardly graceful. She isnt beautiful in any traditional sense, but no one could possibly deny that she is beautiful. She's got strong facial features and a meaty posterior, and large breasts that had been largely exposed to the night, and to me, via the vehicles of fog and rain that wetted her thin white blouse and cause it to cling to her chest as sheer as plastic wrap. Noticing this with conflicting arousal and empathy, and noticing her shiver and her hands clutching her elbows, perhaps due to the cold or to hide her unhidden chest--and it was quite clear she was very conscious of such, especially due to the fact that she was not wearing a bra---i had offered her my jacket which she gladly accepted.
Out of these girls, it was grace that i had best befriended; this was wholly due to the fact that she was studying in sydney with me. Before sydney, i had met grace maybe twice, if that. But we'd gotten to know one another in sydney. It was true we hadn't really hung out much together, but that was only because grace was the kind of girl who would do her own thing. She hung out with a lot of aussies and french and dutch and irish students, whereas the majority of the kids from my school stuck together.
The rest of these girls that i was presently with were in the brisbane program. With the exception of colleen, they were actually a very, very tight-knit crew. They were roommates, the three of them, back at school in the states and were constantly together---well, to some extent. Jo had had a boyfriend and was pretty much a homebody; i don't think i'd seen her out anywhere once, and truly dont think she ever really went out. she's a really enjoyable girl, and i always have fun when i do get the random chance to hang out with her. Infinitely nice, and cool. janie and chrissy were certainly a pack. And an awesome one at that. Like i said, i would never have considered myself friends with these girls, although i did run into them a great deal. I had worshipped chrissy since freshman year. My relationship with her was such that, being that i am incredibly shy, i would only work up the nerve to talk to her when i was very drunk, and in such cases drunk-chat with her. I had had a think for janie as well. She is just such a cute sprite of a girl, and i actually hooked up with her once, but nothing came of it.
So, i was cold without my jacket, and wet and gross. Despite my pleasant company, i desperately wanted to get back to the hotel. Walking along, we encountered two young girls in their mid- to late- twenties. Grace asked them for directions. One began to oblige, but the other cut her off:
"you're not sticking around?"
"why stick around?" asked janie.
"you mean you haven't heard?!" asked the other with a bit of derision towards us dumb yankees. "or you just don't want to pose?"
"pose? For what?" i asked.
They begin to tell us about this artist spencer tunick (whom i sure some of you have heard of) who asks people to be part of "bodyscapes"--these photographs of masses of naked people. Of course we didn't know what to think at first; none of us ever having heard of such a guy, we didn't know whether we should give this crazy story credence. The ladies told us that at least a thousand people were going to be photographed together here in melbourne.
After some scoffing and some smiling, colleen finally wrote it off, saying, "i saw something about this guy on tv," she said shaking her head. "he like just goes around asking random people to pose bare-assed for him. He's a definite--"
Chrissy chimed in happily: "let's do it!"
She looked around at all of us with a wide smile on her face. I thought at first, as i think most of us did, that she was joking. She wasn't. She was dead serious, and i never would've expected it from chrissy. She was shyest and most restrained of all of us. If it had been grace or janie, i wouldnt have been surprised. both have a sort of almost unbelieveable innocent purity and crazed energy that render them carefree. But not chrissy--she's so self-conscious.
In the quiet of this moment, i lept past the damp chill which possessed me an intense warmth came upon me in a curious and powerful love for chrissy. I felt an extremely soothing connection with her when i knew she was for real. It was a feeling i never knew i had within me, but i knew there was great goodness in her proclamation.
"but it's so cold! How could we...uh..?" colleen asked.
Grace was certainly into it from the start: "who cares? This is really, really cool. We have to do it!"
Janie actually took convincing. Jo didn't say anything. Janie was still mulling over it, when grace looked at me. "so," she inquired, serious, though smirking, "you in?" All eyes were on me---i guess cause i was a guy and i had a different set of genitalia to expose.
"why not?" I was admittedly nervous though. (for one, i feared i might get an erection.)
At my agreement, janie caved. "good," said our new friend amanda, "why don't u just follow us to the meeting site?"
We did. Jo and colleen looked nervous. It was obvious they didn't want to. It was a short walk before we saw people, and when we did immediate action was taken.
Grace was the first. We were among about fifteen other people walking towards the meeting site when grace's panties landed on my shoulder. I turned toward my shoulder and towards her, and with raised eyebrows picked up the red thong with my thumb and middle finger. Holding it up i looked at her. Never would've figured grace for one to wear a thong...."um...what should i do with this?"
She smirked, disinterested, "whatever you want, doll."
Not knowing what to do i pocketed it. Grace definitly looked like she was up to something. She was. Next thing i knew she was up ahead of me and flipping up her skirt mooning me and colleen. But when she unzipped her skirt and pulled it off i was a bit shocked. She turned it around and she was covering herself before she handed the skirt to colleen, whose jaw was agape like mine, but who was certainly somewhat disgusted. Grace wasn't showing a bit of embarassment. Around us were fiteen to twenty people in jackets, most of them heavy, and i'm fairly certain that at this moment everyone of them had their eyes on grace. Grace is certainly pretty, but again, not in the traditional sense. She is bubbly and small-shouldered with large breasts, breasts i would in a minute get to see naked and beautiful. She took off her sweater, handed it to colleen, and told me to unlatch her red bra, which i did. She grabbed her skirt and sweater from colleen, who looked almost angry, and that was that: she walked along clotheless, shining in the cold night in her full glory.
And i must say it was magnificent. I was struck dumb. It was a most extraordinary moment, as were those to come. She walked along with a stride free of social make-up. She was there for us to see. This was really grace. I'd never seen anybody like that before. It was amazing.
The six of us huddled around her. Colleen was first to point out the obvious, "but grace, no one is naked yet."
"i dont care. It's kinda cool to be the first. Donchya think?" She looked so amazingly at ease that my heart was glowing for hers. "anyways, i knew if i didn't do it now, i wasnt gonna be able to, y'know? Like pulling off a band-aid, or jumping into the ocean."
"you cold grace?" i asked. I noticed the goosebbumps on her chest.
"yeah. I'm warming up though." Then she asked me, "joe, do me a favorand warm me up?" So i rubbed my hands briskly up and down her upper arms. It was electric, her nude skin. "wait, hug me and do my back." So i did and felt sheer ecstacy. "want me to take your stuff so you can jump up and down a bit and stuff like that?"
"please would you?"
"no prob." I watched her scamper to the side, glistening wet, her breasts bouncing. I watched my friends watch her. Colleen was utterly confused. Chrissy looked almost overjoyed. It was obvious that jo could appreciate the female form. Our new friends, amanda and sara were shocked, but beaming. "how is she naked now?"
"i don't know," i told them sincerely, "idon't know."
When i looked back towards chrissy, i saw it----janie pounced up from behind and pantsed her. In a blue streak, janie didn't stop and pantsed jo as well. Jo was perfectly horrified, but paralysed, she didn't move. Her lower body was exposed---now what? After she regained herself, she re-hoisted her pants, ashamed. Chrissy almost immediately went to grab for her pants, but, on second thought, let them stay and just turned to find janie, who had taken off. The uninhibitted embarassment in chrissy's eyes was so so gorgeous. She lifted her legs out of her pants with a delicate dignity ----the likes of which i know i will never again see--- took off my jacket and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. My eyes were glued to her.
When i was finally able to move my gaze, i saw janie, naked and dancing around like a mischievous skinny little elf. Grace, in the midst of all this, ran up to me. "i'm sorry but it's your turn buddy." She quikly unbuckled my belt. And began to pull it down. I wanted to yell out to stop, but couldn't in time, being caught up as i was in the whole experience. I had an erection, as i feared i would come naked time. Would they think i was a pervert or a weirdo?
She pulled my pants down, saw it, yelped, and covered her mouth. I saw colleen, chrissy, jo, and janie come to focus straightaway upon my erect penis. I felt seized in a cold sweat. Then i heard grace's laugh. Chrissy and jo then giggled. Grace whispered in my ear, "it's cute, don't worry." I was then totally at ease.
We all turned into a bunch of giggly little kids running around as we were. At the site, the crowd kept growing and growing. We waited and waited, a bunch of kids in our birthday suits. Colleen never did join us. She, arguably the best-looking of the girls, blonde and shapely as a model, had considered it briefly after jo finally gave into temptation. Chrissy was the one who convinced jo. Chrissy quickly became the most ebullient of the nudes among us, and the most childlike. She would run up to jo and take her hand to make her grab chrissy's own meaty buttock. Jo was sour at first but soon couldn't help but laugh. it probably took about an hour but chrissy eventually made the move and pulled her blouse over her head. She was hardly embarassed when she was finally removed of all covering. Colleen at this point became incredibly embarrassed, as if she were the naked one.
Amongst the huge, ever-groing crowd, we waited. Eventually, the weather began to clear and tunick told everyone to strip. I'm glad we'd done so by ourselves, hours before. The manner in which everyone denuded themselves at once seemed more mechanical. It was very special seeing these individuals strip in such a personal and revealing way.
But what was extraordinary was being amongst so many bare bodies. It was totally extraordinary. People of all sorts. I felt connected to all as a crwod. But not as connected to them as i was now to chrissy, and to grace, and to the spritely janie, and the brave and good jo. These connections were special, special connections.
After the pictures were taken, everyone was feeling wonderful and nude, such that it was hard to get clothed again---to add to which was finding our clothes. Jo's clothes Seemed to take an eternity to find. There were not many naked stragglers left by the time we ultimately came upon jo's clothes, but chrissy was among them. She was a tough sell in getting clothed again that morning.
We returned to find that colleen hadn't told anyone about what happened, so we didn't either. Then we found out our friend caroline and her roommate lyndsay had seen us that morning. Chrissy, jo, and i became really close over that week. Two nights that week we skinny-dipped in the hotel pool. And two nights that week we got chased out of the hotel pool. We three have since also randomly disrobed at beaches and have been chased by cops, but have, at some calmly spent hours without anyone making any comments over a whisper (incidently jo has become a particularly radical nudist). We have also been yelled at and laughed at, and had tons and tons of fun.
I could never have dreamed of a better scenario than the one in which i now find myself. To be able to share this experience with your website might be the only way to top the experience which i now share with my beautiful friends chrissy and jo (and to a lesser extent janie. I've hung out with grace naked since too, but not nearly as much).
Recently i came upon your site, and loved it. I actually called chrissy up about it and she loves it too. She suggested to me that i write you with our story in hopes that it might make your newsletter, which is jo's favorite part.
Anyway, your site is terrific and gorgeous!! We love it!
Sincerely,
Joe
(and chrissy and jo)
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Hello!
Recently I have enjoyed your newsletter. I have a story from when I was in my high school days. Your sight has taught me not to be ashamed or embarrassed about this experience that I have kept secret from most friends for years. I first enjoyed the beauty of a female body the summer between ninth and tenth grade. I had just finished the school year of my life in which I made many friends including a girl named Amanda. We were friends and that was it but she knew that I was interested in her friend Natalie. Natalie was about 5-8. She was very thin and had beautiful red hair. As the we left school on the last day of school, we vowed to get together as often as possible that summer. As much as we both tried, this was harder than we expected. As the middle of August approached, we still had not seen each other. I called her and we decided to have a small get together with some close friends at her house. I knew that there was a pool so I brought my bathing suit and told my friends to do likewise. Amanda told all of her friends to do so but "forgot" to mention it to Natalie. Amanda had decided to spice up my summer! When we arrived at Amanda's house, everybody headed out back to the pool which shocked Natalie. She turned bright red when she realized she had forgotten a bathing suit to a pool party. As Natalie began to head inside to get someone to bring her swimsuit, Amanda began trying to talk her into forgetting the swimsuit and getting in naked. Amanda finally got Natalie to do it when she said she would go in without a swimsuit, too. The girls went inside and emerged ten minutes later wrapped in bath robes. They gracefully walked over to the chairs and let the robes slide to their feet. I focused my attention on Natalie. Her chest had petite, but very perky breasts that took the breath out of me. It was clear that she did not let them out in the sunlight, for you could see the clear outline of a bikini top. As my eyes drifted down, I saw a patch of neatly trimmed red hair. She was very unsure of herself at first but quickly became accustomed to the new feeling and began frolicking around in the water. That afternoon, I also had a chance to appreciate Amanda's body. Amanda was about 3 inches shorter than Natalie and had tremendous curves. Her hair was a dirty blond. It flowed straight down to her middle back. Amanda had a pair of rather large breasts that stood upright like a soldier. She was completely shaven in her pubic area. Nudity was obviously not new for Amanda, for her golden tan covered every square inch of her smooth skin. I had never looked at Amanda in this way because we were friends and neither of us wanted to jeopardize this. That day, our relationship forever changed. As Amanda swam around carelessly, I realized that I had to be closer to her. I took her aside that afternoon as people began to leave, and thanked her for a great afternoon. Then I asked Amanda if she wanted to date me. She eagerly agreed and we are now engaged to be married this January. We have had many nude swims since that day and they are one of the most prized parts of our relationship.
Sincerely,
Joel Smith
Oakland, Michigan USA
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I've always been interested in nudity, sexuality, and so on. Growing up in a closed Asian culture, you tend to wonder what do people hide so furtively behind all those clothes. Even when you go swimming, you don't often see women in swimsuits, much less bikinis. Those conservative bathing costumes are usually covered up with t-shirts and shorts, or towels.
So let's not even talk about nudity. If a girl were to feel so free about herself, and her beauty, she would be labelled as a slut or something similar.
As for us appreciators, gaze too long at a pretty girl, you're a pervert. You appreciate the female form, you are a sex maniac.
Being a person who's quite a rebel, who always questions rules, this has only fueled my curiousity.
So of course, during my teenage years, i turned to pornography. It was from there i discovered how beautiful women are underneath all those layers of clothes. It made me wonder why people worked so hard to keep such loveliness hidden, as if it were some kind of ugliness that had we all had to be ashamed off.
But at the same time, as i were fascinated by the pornographic images, i was also repulsed. I would come across images of women putting themselves in those supposedly extra sexy poses, like spreading their legs overtly, and I felt like it cheapened the whole deal.
Occasionally, of course, i would come accross shots that are "natural" in a sense - the girls were posed like any girl would posed, except that they were naked. They did not stand as if they were trying to exude some kind of "come screw me" aura... they stood as if they were declaring to the world, "yes, i am naked, and there's nothing wrong with it! i am conscious of who i am and how beautiful i am, and i have no need to pose in a manner to make me even more sexy!"
That casualness made me realise that there was more to nudity than sex. I became nudist curious too.
I am now 22. I have yet to travel from my Asian country. I have had relationships, but most of the time, the girls i'm with treat nudity as something unnatural, something to be ashamed of.
I hope, soon, when i have the money, i can travel to other nations where nudity is a more natural and accepted thing, and where people admire natural beauty rather than work hard to keep it under wraps. I believe under every piece of cloth is a story, a liberation, and a woman's body, with all those lines and curves, is like physical poetry.
DOMAI is one of the sites that i have come across that portrays such beautiful physical poetry, and has inspired me to take up photography. Being a student, though, means that it is some time before i can afford to hire models, or get good equipment, or even afford the price of DOMAI's membership. I look forward to the day i can, though.
All i would like to say now is, i admire what DOMAI stands for, and i hope that there will be many other sites that spread this ideology, that nudity is beauty and not just about sex. That the nude body is not something to be ashamed of.
Au Revoir,
Kiffer
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In praise of the female nude: wealthy art lovers take on cognoscenti with new bid to signal return to Rubens
By Louise Jury, Arts Correspondent
10 November 2003
If you love the sensual beauty of Rubens and detest Lucian Freud for making a pregnant Jerry Hall look like a blubbery lump then you are not alone.
Traditionalists distressed by the alleged distortion of the female form in modern art are hitting back by launching the Society for the Appreciation of the Female nude (SAFN) to encourage artists who depict beautiful female nudes, whether in a classical or modern style.
The founders, a group of wealthy art-lovers, believe that contemporary artists who follow a tradition stretching from Botticelli to the Victorians Leighton and Millais are being sidelined by Britain's national galleries.
They fear that an aesthetic of ugliness is favoured by the new arts establishment - even though conventional attractive nudes are always much in demand at the Royal Academy's Summer Exhibition and are a staple for commercial dealers.
To counteract what they see as the dominance of unattractive female nudes in contemporary art, the SAFN has established the Venus Prize. It will be presented annually to an artist who "expresses the beauty of a woman wholly at ease with her own body while communicating a female sensuality openly but non-provocatively".
Ulla Plougmand-Turner, a self-taught Danish-born artist, will be the first recipient at a ceremony tonight. She will receive a £500 Fabergé-style jewellery box from Knightsbridge jewellers Mozafarian, presented by the Marquess of Bath, a man renowned for his appreciation of women. Her brightly-coloured, almost kitsch nudes, partly inspired by her own former career as a model, will then go on display at the Luke & A Gallery in Mayfair, London, until Saturday.
The society hopes that future prize ceremonies will be marked by a Celebrate The Female nude day. Jonathan Rush, their spokesman, said "the rot set in" in 1907 with Les Demoiselles d'Avignon by Picasso, which depicted a number of women in a brothel and went against all previous notions of feminine beauty.
While it is widely regarded as one of the most important paintings in the history of modern art, and praised as a radical break with tradition, Mr Rush said the painting had inspired many followers who distorted the female form in a most unappealing way.
He said: "A tour of any leading modern art gallery from New York's Solomon Guggenheim to London's Tate Modern, or the recently opened Saatchi Gallery, confirms that much modern art continues Picasso's legacy with its depictions of grotesque female nudity."
The society conducted a poll of 300 people who had visited galleries in the last two years and found that forty per cent disliked the modern female nudes on display. Sixty per cent said they would rather see beautiful female nudes.
If the attitude seems conservative, it is true that the people behind the new venture appear as old British Establishment. There is a Rothschild (Oliver) and more than a smattering of titled worthies such as the Marquis Francois-Eudes de Louville de Toucy, an art dealer and caviar supplier. But the argument they raise is only the latest round in the popular debate over what constitutes "proper" art and who dictates contemporary taste.
The success of Tate Modern and regular queues at Tate Britain to see the Turner Prize exhibition indicate that the public appetite for even the most challenging work has grown considerably in recent years. Yet others remain unhappy with what is on show.
'The Stuckists' are the most strident critics of the contemporary arts scene as dominated by conceptual artists like Tracey Emin and Damien Hirst and encouraged by the likes of Sir Nicholas Serota of the Tate and the collector Charles Saatchi. Charles Thomson, a founding Stuckist, said he believed we are living in a time which is the mirror image to the Victorian art establishment.
"The Victorian values were moral, so now we have everything anti-moral. Victorians had beauty so we have to have ugliness and they had craft so we have to have anti-craft or rubbish, junk art," he said.
Furthermore, while Hirst grabs the headlines, it is artists such as the self-taught Scot Jack Vettriano whom the public buys, even though he is despised by the cognoscenti as sentimental and trite.
But Stuart Pearson Wright, a BP Portrait Prize winner whose previous commissions include a portrait of Prince Philip which outraged the belligerent royal, also stressed that, for his part, beauty was not the point of a painting. Idealised versions of the female form were less interesting than, for example, Gwen John's picture of a scrawny female nude which is in the Tate collection.
"I've never made any attempt to try to depict beauty in any way," he said. "One of my main interests in drawing people is trying to come to grips with character instead. It may be quite a whimsical notion but I think that one's history is written across one's features".
By coincidence, he was working on a female nude yesterday - a portrait of his girlfriend in a bathroom scene where he is in the foreground brushing his teeth.
"She's beautiful anyway, so I don't have to make any effort to make her beautiful. But I'm more interested in achieving a kind of truth. It is a very commonplace theme, it has a very domestic feel to it," he said.
Mr Pearson Wright said he was always cautious of any position that was a reaction to something else, as appeared to be the case with the Society for the Appreciation of the Female nude. But he added: "If, as an enterprise, this society helps to produce some interesting paintings that would certainly be a good thing."
A spokesman for the Tate galleries disputed SAFN's description of its collection, stressing that it includes more than 1,000 female nudes ranging from the 16th to the 21st century.
"Tate Britain recently mounted an exhibition dedicated to the Victorian nude and a whole suite of galleries at Tate Modern is devoted to the development of this genre over the last 100 years," he said.
The aesthetic divide
BERYL COOK: Cook, 77, took up painting to show her son how to use watercolours and proved expert at depicting ordinary life. After her first exhibition, her works were reproduced as prints and greetings cards but she won critical appreciation with a show at the Walker Art Gallery in Liverpool
MACKENZIE THORPE: A former steelworker who left school at 15 after struggling with dyslexia, Thorpe, 47, first achieved fame when William Hague, then Tory leader, chose one of his Yorkshire scenes for his Christmas card. His vivid landscapes are enormously popular though he claims to have faced snobbery from the art market
JACK VETTRIANO: Born in Scotland to Italian parents, Vettriano, 47, left school at 16. He is self-taught as an artist and has achieved huge commercial success with his romantic works. A study for his The Singing Butler made £90,000 at auction this year
SARAH LUCAS: Born in 1962 in London, the Goldsmiths graduate took part in Damien Hirst's ground-breaking show, Freeze, in 1988. She became known as one of the bad girls of Brit Art, from her confrontational attitude and for her cheeky use of food to represent body parts - such as fried eggs for breasts.
SAM TAYLOR-WOOD: Married to the influential dealer Jay Jopling, Taylor-Wood, 36, is a Goldsmiths College graduate who specialises in photography and film. She fuses religious imagery from the Renaissance and Baroque with the secular, urban landscape in which she lives. She was nominated for the Turner Prize in 1998
MARC QUINN: Quinn, 39, once shared a flat with Damien Hirst, but is a graduate of Cambridge University, not Goldsmiths. His most famous work is Self, a self-portrait made from nine pints of his own blood, frozen
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Dear Domai:
I live in Mexico and for most of you in Europe it would be suprising how little it takes to make a sacandal. Nudity and sexuality are specially touchy topics. For instance, A few years ago there was this cartoon called Ranma 1/2 about a master-of martial-arts-boy with a terrible curse: everytime his body comes in contact with cold water he turns into a girl! I'll let you imagine all the hilarious situations this brought, but the point is that people were offended by this: first, all the nudity in the show was censored (and it was necesary for the story), then Many people just didn't get how terrible Ranma's curse was: being turned to you eyes and everybody elses's into something that you aren't.. and with no way of proving the opposite.
I must know, I had the same curse.
I, of course, don't turn into a girl, a panda or a piglet, but The internet turned me into someting I wasn't. I have always admired the beuaty of women in the nude and when the internet began one the first things I discovered was the amazing amounts of nudity it had. You know how it is at first: you surf a little you find something, chuckle to yourself and turn around you while you hit save button on whatever you downloded. In my case this went on for a while, but the more I looked for, the less I liked what I found. Loads and loads of hardcore that turned pretty women into mere sexual beings, deployed of all beauty. Photos of women with "Enhaced" breasts that to me looked like a Ferrari turned into a monster truck. The list is endless. Out of a hundred pictures I must have kept like five or six. After a while I lowered my standars and started saving things that I did't really liked, but were so so, like if there was a pretty girl so I just tried to ignore the guy having an orgasm next to her.
Without me knowing I had turned into (lack of a better word) a pervert. But I wasn't a pervert in the first place! I just happend to like pretty naked women. But of course, I didn't have reference to know this at the time. So I hid. I was afraid of myself and where this obession would lead me.
An then I found DOMAI
The first time I Visited DOMAI, I stared at the photos for a long time. not the quick look, but really staring. I just could not believe so much beauty. Beauty not only of your models, but also of the photos themselves. Kalinka was the beauty of the day that day and I must have stared at her like a whole minute before realizing it. "This is it!" I tought "this is the kind of pictures I realy like". So I kept looking and I lack the words to tell you what I felt when I saw Katy May smiling at me from the river (Similing! really smiling! not just twisting her mouth upwards of faking a feeling, but really smiling!) And when I saw Kinga in the wheath field, just existing there, was absolutely beautiful.
So I saw all those photos ( and many more, of course) and I could not help thinking how mislead have I been in what I tought liked. Now I look at the my pre-DOMAI photos and I find them Lacking, empty. It's almost like looking at some Discovery channel documentary on primate procreation under stressing circumstances. I could say a lot about that, but the bottom line is I hadn't realized how little I liked them.
DOMAI is a mirror where I looked at myself and saw a face I had forgotten. I saw myself as a sane person who likes the opposite sex and should not be ashamed of that. I saw taste and beauty triumph over pornography. Thank you DOMAI for remding me who I am.
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I was lucky enough to be born the child of two artists. My parents met at art college (father a painting major and mother a sculptor in college, self taught animators with long commercial and teaching resumes now) and were married at 20. My father's family being Irish Catholic, and my mother's being Hungarian Jewish, they like to joke that they weren't a mixed marriage: they both practiced art. And really that was the faith I was brought up in. I think I've only recently started to realize how much I've become a devout artist.
Although I'd been saying I want to be an animator since I was in preschool, when I was 16 and still working toward that goal, the folks decided to take me along to a weekly life drawing group they were a part of. That was an amazing place, and surprisingly not for any pubescent sexual reasons. It was a smallish room seating maybe 15 people around a nude woman in the center on a small raised platform covered in a ratty blanket going through short poses of a minute or so. The energy during the warm up sketches in that room is very high with pencils and charcoal flying about the page to capture the rhythm and attitude of a pose before it's gone. After several of those, it was 5 minute standing poses and the room relaxes into more comfortable drawing. Then onto 10 or 15 minute long poses. I think that's when the remarkable part of those sessions would happen, because that's about when the model would strike up conversation with the room. Usually they would ask about recent movies, or there'd be a discussion of the music we were drawing to, or sometimes discussions of work or light politics. Honestly, at the time it was incredibly natural to talk to people in the room during a life drawing session and of course the models were all rather interested in the work people were all doing and would usually check out drawings and talk to the artists about it during the break in the session. Seemed like the way of the world and really made me grow in my work as a high school student.
When I started going to art college myself I found something that disheartened me a bit. I was taking life drawing classes, but the energy that used to be a part of the home group changed to a tension. Students would draw form, but not only would they completely omit genitals and nipples from male and female models, but they wouldn't even include a suggestion of a face in their work. Most forms were also very generalized as if they had a sense of what a nude should look like and were doing everything they could not to stare at the models. On top of that, the models never spoke, or if they did try to bring some life to the class would be met by silent reservation from the students. On some deep level this offended me as an artist. Fat, thin, old, young, men and women of all types and bearings were practically being ignored because of their nudity. I think I had given my harshest critiques in those classes, and the longest too, because of that. The most common comment (and in my opinion: highest praise of good life drawing), were "Hey, that's Doyle!" or "That's Bill!" or "That's Mary!" Comparing the two lifedrawing experiences I came to feel that if a person became just a "nude" that it didn't elevate the work to "art", but instead lowered the subject to "object". Almost enough to make a guy want to convert.
I think that two events triggered my acknowledgement of my membership in the faith of the artist were accounts of my mom's dealings with students. One being a fairly recent story of a man canning his own excrement and selling it to galleries as his latest work. One of my mom's students in an animation class brought this up asking whether a can of feces was really art, and her response was "Oh, that's fine art. Here we teach you to make good art." The other instance being an animation student coming to her as department chair and asking to be excused from taking life drawing classes because he felt he didn't need them as an animator (2D character animation) and that seeing the nude form was against his religion (Christian). To which she replied "As an animator and an artist you need to understand the construction and form of the unclothed figure. If this is something you're uncomfortable with, you should consider changing your course of study, and frankly, you telling me you don't think you need life drawing, to be a character animator no less, offends my religion. If you were studying to be a physician and told your professor that you didn't want to see a naked body because of your religious ideas they'd tell you the same thing. No is forcing you to be an animator, but if you are studying to be one you are required to take life drawing and I will not excuse you from taking it."
As artists, my family reveres form and personality and the subject in life drawing and I want to thank you for sharing the life and form of diverse and beautiful nude women here at DOMAI.
-Lucas
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Cindy was my girlfriend. She was a petite, teenage brunette with the prettiest emerald green eyes I have ever seen. I was in my personal physical prime at the age of twenty-three.
Cindy was spending the summer with her grandmother on her grandmother's farm. After work in a nearby city I would go visit Cindy. Often we would spend the evening or weekend playing billiards on a table in one of the outbuildings on her grandmother's farm. Sometimes Cindy's uncle or cousin, both of whom lived within a couple hundred yards of the pool table, would come to shoot pool with us. But this fine summer day was unbearably hot under the tin roofed, little building, so we had the shed to ourselves. I myself complained to Cindy that it was too hot to shoot pool that day.
Instead of agreeing, she sauntered over to me, slowly unbuttoned my shirt, and slid it off my shoulders. Then she walked back over to the billiard table to take a shot with her cue. I waited for her to take her shot, then I walked over to her, turned her to face me, and began unbuttoning her shirt.
"If you can take off my shirt, then I can take yours off too, " I told her playfully.
"I'm not stopping you," she replied.
Between shots Cindy and I continued to undress each other, and then we played nude billiards for awhile. The risk element of her uncle or someone walking in on us made the billiard games all the more interesting. But mostly we just enjoyed each others bodies with our eyes.
Cindy's body was so firm and curvaceous. She was quite the little hardbody. She had a really nice tan too. Work and play on the farm certainly had her body in fine shape.
And I loved her round little breasts which were about the size of oranges. She later confided in me some of the girls in her high school gym class had made fun of her petite size. How awful! I tried to convince her those young women had no idea what most men would find attractive. She was hot, hot, hot!!! Cindy was hotter than that little shed we were in on that scorching summer day. Her breasts were truly exquisite, as was her entire body.
Her scrumptious, round behind was so firm and taught I could have mounted it on my wall as the delightful work of art it was. The memory of her overall shape still makes me shake my head in disbelief. Sometimes it seems to me it is women who are hung up on the size of breasts more than men. Cindy was very pleasing to the eyes. I miss her sometimes. And I still think of her often after all these years.
James
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