Are we really so different that we must be horrified of one of them uncovered, and completely okay with the other?
I fucking love this
A thought just crossed my mind that there should be a version of this photo where the bottom person’s armpits shouldn’t be shaved, to highlight that double standard as well.
i’m sorry but this just needs to be on my blog kthx
Spencer Tunick’s installations encompass dozens, hundreds or thousands of volunteers; and his photographs are records of these events.
I love getting undressed when he’s already in bed. I arch a little more, peel the layers just a little slower, draw it out. I pretend I don’t notice his gaze.
I never feel sexier than when he’s watching me.
One of the most beautiful things in life is to lay in bed, completely naked with the one you love. There is nothing more raw, or loving than sharing not only sheets together, but skin. The warmth and softness of their tummy, the way your bodies mesh and tangle together, as your breathing and heartbeats become one, like a beautiful concerto piece. Not only are your bodies together, but your souls and selves do as well. You don’t see where you begin and they end, but that’s the beauty of it. You are simply just one.
I love this