Who are the earthiest photobloggers in the Hooksexup blogosphere? Honey child, you know it’s the down-home, delicious duo of Rose + Olive. Let’s venture beyond the Premium veil and see what those lovely, earthy goddesses are up to (and whom they’re getting down with)…
Easily my favorite place to be at night
4/18/2008 2:15:00 PM
flash me 1
flash me 2
bruises
in the bayou
And not far from home, to boot.
Anti-Nostalgia
4/16/2008 12:24:59 PM
It's amazing to me that a little spinning bolt inside my head can tilt a bit in one direction via my halfass (and halfconscious) suggestion and lay out a series of wonderful things to remember and other things made to forget.
Sometimes when I'm just waking up I'll remember part of a dream, one I had of Michelle this morning for instance, and a piece of her face will come to mind and the way she moves her hair back from her face with only her fingernails, not her fingers, and I'll decide, in just one moment, that I don't want to think about the dream any more. That I don't want any details, that I don't want to replay any of it, that I don't want to beat myself up this way or sentimentalize that way.
And you know what, magically, I don't.
I'll get up slowly, trying not to wake the warm body in my bed, put on my jogging shoes and tie my shoelaces twice on a forty minute run. Without remembering a single second of the dream other than the one of her face bending down behind the counter.
It's also amazing how memory can work in the opposite way too. When you want to tie a bunch of decisions and images into a basket, throw in a hundred pound stone and kick it off the pier at the edge of the peninsula.
But then again, you don't want to really. Knowing that you could, and might one day, is enough. You are, after all, having quite a fine picnic right this second.
Injuries on Alex that neither one of us may be held accountable for.
4/15/2008 12:54:55 AM
surgical scar
But the first thing she showed me the other day, thought I might like it. File under things you never get to see, or not enough. What is the fetish called for the way everyone bruises and heals differently? This one gets red.
Modesty is the new Exhibitionism;
4/2/2008 10:38:12 AM
or,
why subtle shyness is once again sexy. so it can be occasionally subverted:
watching a beautiful boy watch us watch boxing
3/28/2008 5:57:29 PM
all afternoon and into the evening.
thank you espn.
(although the man washing his green impala outside the window did sometimes distract us.)
and also thank you, channel somethingelseorother, for the handheld amateur porn we watched late into the night. who knew being bent over the backseat of a bouncing (driving) suv could be so (literally) fucking sexy?
B-Bunny Grows Up Right Here!
3/13/2008 12:45:37 PM
Our sweet countrygirl from Ferriday, Louisiana is taking a big ole piece of metal that flies through the air(!) this weekend. She'll land in a city far away from her small-room apartment and spend a weekend on foot seeing, tasting and (if i know her as well as i think i do) taking many kinds of advantage of the city's many kinds of exotics.
And before she flies back home in that same big metal tube, she'll see in person people we've collectively only ever known through the internet.
B-Bunny, we're crossing our fingers that you'll end up naked-by-desire in more places than you count, will get kissed on the cheeks by more people than you will remember, and, while eating a hotdog in a very public place, will be cheerfully molested a bit to the point of bringing out that big guffaw of yours that we love so much.