superbabzy

Amen, every woman and man that shares themselves here is amazing and beautiful!!

One of the main reasons I love this site, is that there is no fixed ideal of beauty here. Yes, there are girls here you could class, for want of a better word, 'Modelly'. But there are all shapes, sizes, and colours here, and no distinction is made. There are women who bear scars, not through choice, but surgery, and yes, they are still beautiful, without, and an indefinable, but potent inner beauty. One of the loveliest girls here suffered a terrible accident as a small child, and as a result, only has one leg, and wears a prosthesis, yet is so sexy it hurts. There are others who have had the most horrible lives, yet have come through. And they will tell you, in their blogs here - they might not even tell friends and family. I have read blogs by people here who look like their life has been roses, that have made me weep like a child. I have had some shit in my life, but compared to these lovely people, who are quite happy to share, my troubles amount to a grain of sand. But that is the thing. This site feels right, safe, a good place to play. I told a friend, who isn't as open minded as he thinks he is, about SG. 'Pierced girls covered in tattoos', he said, a bit sniffily. Well, yes, on the surface, it can be, but that is a tiny thin patina on the surface of something much larger. I have always found beauty in everything. I have files of cuttings, and thousands of jpegs of everything from moss to piles of scrap. I have always liked naked women - even as a small child, I can recall going through my dad's magazines; you must understand this would have been about 1967-68, and 'Girlie' mags were far more innocent than today, but I was fascinated by the female form, and, at the time could not understand how, or why, my best friend Penny[who shares my birthday] who lived over the road from me, and, due to her parents, and my parents being old friends, was more of a sister, looked so different from the women in the magazines. We had seen each other in the nip so many times, as little kids, we thought nothing of it. Boys grew into men, started drinking beer and smoking fags, and that was it. No real change. But girls went from being straight up and down, to all curvy and swervy, with a bigger bum, and those bits that stuck out in front. Penny thought that someone came round, one night, and blew them up, but she wasn't sure. I showed her some pictures of nude women, and she punched me in the arm, and went home in a huff.  You see? I only remembered that recently, and now I've told everybody, and I'm glad I have. But you should not be bothered by looking at naked women, unless doing so disturbs you into doing something dreadful against one. The female form is beautiful, and in infinite variety. Enjoy looking. It means nothing. Sorry I've waffled on for so long. xxxxx