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2x the same specimen, to see the anal spines and the PAO.
Found in a flowerbox in the garden.
Promocionando lo más autoctono de lo nuestro...
I met this girl at the local used book store. I thought she was cute
when I first saw her because she was soooo petite. The kind of girl you
want to put on your dick and spin...
Later I saw her in the sex section and thought, "This is my kinda
I started hanging out beside her and got a big boner... and I made no
bones about making sure she saw the effect she was having on me.
We spent a long time pretending to look at books, all the while looking
at each other discretely. Eventually she told me she was doing research
for her master's thesis. Which begged the question, "What's the subject
Which elicted the unexpected answer, "The history of defecation and anal
This led to a lot more discussion and eventually exchanging names.
After a while a guy was trying to get between us. She picked up her
books and excused herself to leave. I watched her walking away. She
turned and saw me watching. She came back and started looking at books
I went over and stood thiiiiis close behind her. I really wanted to run
sexual energy with her. It startled her when she bumped into me to find
By this time I thought, "This woman is begging me to ask her to lunch."
We went across the street and got some pizza and chatted a long time.
That's where I snapper her picture. We exchanged contact information
and she said she'd write when she got home. She lives in the northern
part of the state. But nothing yet!
Que se trata de Trithemis kirbyi lo debemos saber por los tonos de su cuerpo y las manchas anaranjadas en las alas ocupando un tercio desde la base, inconfundible.
Que es una hembra por la ausencia de genitalia secundaria en el 2º segmento abdominal y la forma y tamaño de los apéndices anales. Y los tonos de cuerpo y las manchas alares nos indican que ya no es joven pero pienso que está en la plenitud de su vida.
Fotograma completo, sin recortes adaptado a formato 16x9
What is Trithemis kirbyi we should know by the tones of his body and the orange spots on the wings occupying a third from the base, unmistakable.
Which is a female due to the absence of secondary genitalia in the 2nd abdominal segment and the shape and size of the anal appendages. And the body tones and the blemishes indicate that he is no longer young but I think he is in the prime of his life.
Full frame, without cutouts adapted to 16x9 format
je vous la rentrer entière dans sa chatte
love to see you repost a pic of me on your profile:) just let me know pls
Sorry I haven't been on for a while, share any and all my pics all over the the internet... I love it
Macho de Lestes sponsa en la serranía de Cuenca. Este tipo de imagen nos ayuda a identificar a los individuos de la familia lestidae, en concreto para identificar a los machos de Lestes dryas o de Lestes sponsa. Nos fijaremos en los apendices anales, alas, pterostigmas y los dos primeros segmentos abdominales, S1 y S2.
"Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there will stretch out before you an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path. You know you will never get to the end of the journey. But this, so far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb.” - Winston Churchill
listen: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ObGYFInWrU0 (yep, huge fan of both Gladiator and Lisa Gerrard)
[In March of 2012, I decided to begin a 365 days of photos project, the idea being that I would take (and post on the Internet) a photo a day. I spent two weeks prior pondering whether or not I wanted to take up such a monumental commitment. Considering the fact that I work full time and often overtime and tend to be inundated with tasks and self-imposed chores, when I decided to take it on, it felt huge. But not so huge as it now feels. One year and seven months later, I can reflect on what has transpired.
When I began this project, I didn't know how to manually attend to my camera. I felt terrified by all the settings, and I certainly wasn't about to use manual focus. I also decided, arbitrarily, that I would not photograph anyone's face—a rule that left me ramming my head against a wall by day 100. I'd been photographing inanimate objects, nature, animals, and other such similar things. At first it was thrilling, but eventually I knew that I was no longer growing as an artist, which was precisely why I wanted to do this project in the first place. Then, at the peak of my despair, I found Flickr, and with it, some of my biggest inspirations. Alex Stoddard, Kirsty Mitchell, and Lissy Elle, to name a few. I hungrily pored over their photo streams, particularly blown away by Kirsty's work, which resonated deeply with me. I couldn't get enough—I soon began to stumble upon stream after stream of brilliant photos, many of whom focused primarily on self-portraiture. Which is when I made the shift in my project. Which is also, not so incidentally, when my work began to grow... I could see improvements, and though I didn't always know what I was doing, I felt encouraged, and a renewed sense of why I'd started this whole mess in the first place welled up within me. I began taking self-portraits and portraits of others. Once I realized I could create an entire story with one image, the ideas poured into my head like wildfire. There wasn't enough time in the day, and there still isn't.
A brief history on me as an artist: I was practically born with a pencil in my hand. I began drawing at the age of three, and by my early teen years, hearing the line “I bet you're going to work for Disney!” wasn't uncommon. Then I was struck with crippling depression, which has plagued me since the age of 12, rather relentlessly. At which point, I drew less and less...and less. Until I wasn't drawing anymore. Personal life often sapped what little energy I might have had to create, and though I always had the flame of creative desire within me, it seemed enough to just peel myself out of bed each day and shove off to work. For nine long years, I went without creating. Until one day, about two years ago, when I saw a used Nikon D40 for sale by a coworker. I recalled enjoying photography in high school, and I decided to buy it. Which began the snowball effect that is still in play.
More life-changing events have occurred during this project than perhaps any other time in my life. I met a family of friends through Flickr—people all over the globe who are loving, empathic, and creative beyond measure. And darker times happened for me as well; my mother unexpectedly passed away in May of this year, and a month later, a long-term relationship I'd been invested in dissipated. I felt completely shattered by the latter events, but if nothing else, I had my photography. I had that need to create. I don't even want to think of the state I might be in without this project.
In many, many ways, this project saved me. It renewed my passion for life, and I now have a channel with which to share the minute details and beauty I notice on a daily basis. Through my lens I can not only capture those moments, but I can also share them with whomever I choose. The power behind sharing still boggles my mind, and while I've shared many, many mistakes and failures, which really keeps a person humble (oh *man* is that ever true), I've also been able to show that you can start from something so small and grow into something so much more, if you want to.
The image I feel speaks for itself—a symbolic and honestly quite literal depiction of my journey. I found myself during this project. I have never been so in touch with myself, and so in tune with nature and my own spirit. I really have been reborn, and I'm ready to continue this journey and see where it leads me. I have vowed to myself that I will never stop creating again. I will create for the rest of my days.
I have SO many people to thank (please know that I love you and appreciate you all, fer super cereal), so many who have helped me along the way, but I'd like to call out just a few names of those who particularly helped me through: Scott Willson, who helped me on *countless* shoots/adventures. Who never complained and always indulged my anal-retentive tendencies. Austin Tott, whom I met through Flickr and who also happens to live right down the street from me! He and I have had so many crazy adventures, and I always laugh my face right off when I'm with him. Thank you, Austin, for being insane with me and doing things hardly any other human would do for a photo. Thank you Morgan, Matt C., Alanna, Nya, Cassie, Paul, Erika, Amanda, Zuzana, Peter (I could list names forever!). A *huge* thank you to my audience, who not only pushed me to carry on and applied pressure (but never too much!) which spurned me to continue creating, but also bestowed upon me more warm, encouraging, and loving words in one compressed year than I think I've heard in my entire life. I can't begin to express how much you all have helped me. Thank you to my mother, for being so incredibly difficult that she actually drove me to be a stronger, wiser, and overall better person. Not only that, but any creativity I can claim I owe entirely to her—she was brilliant, and I hope I can go on to do things that would've made her proud. Thank you to my father for being there when I needed him the most, and for teaching me empathy. And finally, thank you to my little brother, Conner, for being the sweetest and most sincere human I know. It really helps make life worth living to have a younger sibling, I swear. All of the above paragraph influenced my images, I must clarify.
PHEW. Now if you still happen to be reading, I'll thank *you* for managing to stomach all this garble. Below you'll find my image from day 1. A ladybug. Now I think I'm going to go curl up with Ziggy and watch more Lord of the Rings. Because, my *goodness*, do I have a headache! Oh, and yep, all the fire is real. You know how I love me some fire.]
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Artwork and satin and seamed stockings.
Wir suchen noch Hobbyfotografen die sie auf ihre Art in Scene setzten
Sorry I haven't been on for a while, share any and all my pics all over the the internet... I love it
Collection of toys I like to use on my ass
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Mom was the main authority figure in my life when I was growing up and so when I dressed up in her clothes and
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It felt as if that night wouldn't pass. I had a throbbing headache and couldn't stop crying. I don't remember when I slept off. I woke up to find my husband standing in front of my bed with last night's question: "So, what have you decided? Is your answer yes or no?"
I didn't know what to say. I gathered some courage to speak up and mumbled: "Please go to the office, I'll call you by evening and let you know my answer, I promise."
He threatened: "I will call you myself at 4pm. I want the answer and it should be 'yes'. Otherwise be ready to get punished."
By punishment, he meant anal sex. He knew that it was extremely painful for me and he used it as a tool to torture me.
He and his elder sister left for the office. I was now alone and struggling with my thoughts.
After a few hours I gathered the courage to dial my father's number and told him that I couldn't live with my husband anymore.
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I was afraid that my father would be angry but his response amazed me. "Pack your bags and get out of there," he said.
I took a book, gathered my educational certificates and rushed towards the bus station.
After boarding the bus, I sent a message to my husband. "My answer is 'no' and I am going back home," it said. After that I switched off my mobile phone.
After a few hours, I was home, surrounded by my family. I had left my husband's house after only two months of marriage.
I met my husband, Sahil, when I was in the final year of graduation. He was a jovial man. I liked being around him and with time we fell in love.
We used to go on dates, talk for countless hours on phone. It seemed as if life was almost too kind to me.
But this rosy romance did not continue for long. Gradually I started realising that our relationship lacked equality. It wasn't what I had been looking for.
Our relationship was becoming like my parents' relationship. The only difference; my mother kept silent while I could not stop myself from speaking up.
My father used to scream at my mother for petty things. He would even hit her and the only thing she responded with was tears.
When Sahil and I had an argument, it would often turn into a scuffle. He would use force to get intimate with me and scream at me if I refused.
I remember him once asking me: "Suppose I hit you someday, then what would you do?"
The question stunned me. I controlled my anger with great difficulty and replied, "I would break up with you that very day."
What he said next shocked me even more. He said, "It means you don't love me. Love should be unconditional."
After this, we didn't talk for almost a month.
Our fights became more frequent. Many times I'd try to end our relationship but he would apologise every time. I wanted to get rid of him forever and don't know why I wasn't able to do it.
Meanwhile, I was being pressured into marriage.
I was a teacher now. I'd be in class, teaching children and my parents would call me.
The same conversation would be repeated. "What have you thought about marriage? Why don't you marry Sahil? If not him then let us find a suitable match for you. At least think about your younger sisters…"
If anything went wrong at home, it would be blamed on my staying single.
Mother fell sick because I wasn't getting married. My father's business suffered losses because I wasn't getting married.
I was so frustrated that I finally said yes to marriage. I was still not ready for it and didn't believe Sahil's promise that he would change his attitude.
My fears came true after our wedding. Sahil made me a puppet, dancing to his tunes.
I was fond of poetry and used to my write my poems on Facebook. He forbade me from doing it. He even started dictating what I should wear.
One day he told me that I should finish all my reading and writing work by night. "If you leave me dissatisfied in bed, I will have to go to someone else."
He'd say that I wasn't making him happy and would advise me to watch pornography so I could learn some techniques.
And then he got this obsession with seeking work in Mumbai.
He said: "You stay here, do your job and send me money to support me there, and then you take out a loan so I can buy a house."
This is what he wanted me to say yes to. That night he had pushed me on the bed and forced me into anal sex just for that yes.
A line had been crossed. I left him the morning after.
I was a well-educated woman who could earn and live on her own. Yet, my heart was sinking when I left Sahil's home.
There was a fear of being judged by my own family and society. But even bigger than that was the pain in my heart.
When I reached home, my hair was dishevelled and eyes swollen as I had cried all night.
Newly married women look ravishing when they visit home for the first time after marriage. But my face was pale and the keen eyes of my neighbours guessed why.
People started pouring in. Some would say: "Such a terrible thing has happened to you." Others consoled me that Sahil would come to apologise and take me back.
Then there were a few who thought that a woman should not make such a harsh choice over petty issues.
Everyone had something to say but their opinions could not change my decision.
It has been seven months since I left Sahil's home and now I am choosing my own path. I have received a fellowship; I am doing a job and studying as well.
We have been going to police stations and courts as the legal procedure of divorce is not over yet.
I still wake up with a start at night. I still have nightmares.
I haven't been able to forget what I had to face but I am trying to move on in earnest.
My trust in love and relationships is definitely shaken, but not broken yet. I have decided to take some time for myself. I am proud that I didn't stay silent and got out of this abusive relationship before it was too late.
That is why I believe that my future will be better than my past and present.
This is a true life-story of a woman who lives in western India as told to BBC reporter Sindhuvasini Tripathi, produced by Divya Arya. The woman's identity has been kept anonymous on request.
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