There is something that has occurred to me recently, and I believe it's worth mentioning. I, like most people I'm sure, joined Suicide Girls on the simple notion of looking at beautiful tattooed women...not a bad gig if you can get it. The is nothing wrong with the joy of admiring such beauty; it's one of the simple pleasures in life, like coffee, or puppies, or laughing your ass off. So I signed up, and off I went...
Something happened, however, something I didn't expect. After looking at all these women, I began to notice that I found very one, every single one, attractive. Not only attractive, but intriguing. I always figured I was attracted to this kind of woman with kind of personality and those kind of traits. Seeing all these women, naked not only in pictures, but sometimes in words, made me want to get to know all of them, take them out to coffee and get to know them, maybe make a new friend. For someone who has a hard time making such friends, it was a subtle epiphany.
From my backyard in Washington, to the east coast, from England to Thailand to Russia, young and old(er) , members, hopefuls, and pinks, each of these girls is a unique personality wrapped in flesh, their tattoos a history in ink. Something inside me has changed, I'm still not sure what, I'm still contemplating the experience, but more than anything as simple as Playboy or as crass as porn, SG has opened my eyes to women in a way I just wasn't used to. Yes, it sounds corny, but it's real, genuine...and really, isn't that what we are ALL looking for? Genuine people, genuine experiences?
Just a thought...my own tiny testimony.
Something happened, however, something I didn't expect. After looking at all these women, I began to notice that I found very one, every single one, attractive. Not only attractive, but intriguing. I always figured I was attracted to this kind of woman with kind of personality and those kind of traits. Seeing all these women, naked not only in pictures, but sometimes in words, made me want to get to know all of them, take them out to coffee and get to know them, maybe make a new friend. For someone who has a hard time making such friends, it was a subtle epiphany.
From my backyard in Washington, to the east coast, from England to Thailand to Russia, young and old(er) , members, hopefuls, and pinks, each of these girls is a unique personality wrapped in flesh, their tattoos a history in ink. Something inside me has changed, I'm still not sure what, I'm still contemplating the experience, but more than anything as simple as Playboy or as crass as porn, SG has opened my eyes to women in a way I just wasn't used to. Yes, it sounds corny, but it's real, genuine...and really, isn't that what we are ALL looking for? Genuine people, genuine experiences?
Just a thought...my own tiny testimony.
arroia:
Not corny at all, I think it's wonderful. SG has changed me in many ways too; I'm much more confident, open and generally happier. Not to mention friends and that lovely feeling of being at home whenever I log in.