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Here's a secret for you;

I have always been fascinated with the human body, but more so the female body. I think of it as beautiful and artistic. Ever since I was young I'd been subjected to the naked female form. Swimming pool showers and older women walking nude. Being taboo, my friends would all be so scarred and afraid to look. But I'd been subjected to it at a young age, and grew accustomed. Being around women who weren't ashamed to be exposed opened my eyes, and gave me an appreciation for this work of art hung in flesh. And so I find that drawings and paitings of naked women are just so beautiful. I can't explain it more than that. There's nothing much more beautiful than a women who isn't afraid or ashamed of her body.


[from rue des images ]

Comments

Manuel Leonardi said…
i enjoiy ,you use my work for your text.yes the women body is wonderful. all womens are a different planet. and i would like to be a cosmonaut!
Manuel Leonardi said…
i forget to say that you are right to say that the question tobe ashamed or no is crucial.. the pleasure of a naked women, old or young, but with delight on his face ,on his body, fat or slim, just living ,sitting on the earth ,is a gift of god.

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