Some chick with glasses, shot by the talented Paulie and Pauline.
I just wanted to point your attention at the lovely, wonderful (hardcore) post my dear darling fellow Fleshbotette Lux did at Fleshbot yesterday, Four-Eyed Monsters: Top Ten Girls In Glasses Sex Videos. I’m always wishing that when I roll out the pretty girl fridays that there will be more girls with glasses but there never are — especially because I know that you, dear reader, are exactly the kind of erotic sophisticate that would love to see bespectacled babes. In libraries, even. Until then… we do what we can.
Jonno and I especially loved this post — and we were chatting about it yesterday in the Bungalow, hoo-ray! Jonno is here to watch me become the trainwreck of love that is my SF Pride destiny this weekend, among other things and I’m SO excited to see him. He means more to me than most people on this planet.
Pride is family time for me. This year I’m reflecting heavily on friendship and loyalty: I had an epiphany a couple days ago that I’ve made some ill-advised decisions about who is my friend over the past two years. I made friends with people and got close with them because they were just kinda *there* and not because they were good for me, or healthy individuals. So I decided to re-file some people as acquaintances and seek out authenticity. I made a self-pact to stay away from people who have hurt me (and friends who are “on the fence” about people who have hurt me) because as any girl who’s been stalked will tell you there’s nothing worse than telling your friends some guy is harassing you and have the alleged friends reply with ‘oh but he’s so nice to me and says such nice things about you’. This has happened to me. The stalker befriends your friends, and then you have to realize who is really your friend. This *keeps* happening to me. I don’t tell people that the harassment is ongoing. (Why bother?) I just pull away from people who don’t believe me, and keep saving evidence. It all makes a girl feel very, very alone. Not healthy. I’ve also decided to pull my close friends closer, which is sorta funny coming from a girl who works so much I only really get out to see humans once in a while. I also realized, after all the pain and turmoil I’ve quietly been going through over the past year, that there is a certain kind of friend I have who is of highest value. I’m finding that my closest and most trusted friends are ones who have at some point performed an act of great personal sacrifice — because they felt it was the right thing to do. Not a sacrifice of money, but something that made them give up a little piece of themselves that they were not totally entirely comfortable with. I was having lunch last week with a very dear friend who is an abuse survivor who outed his perpetrators when I realized this.
Anyway, this Pride is about the meaning of true friendship for me. And that said, I have to get ready for my lunch with Thomas and Jonno! Armory tour, Armory tour, whee!!!!