A NSFW hello to Monday :: ColombiRican :: Bootilicious erotica

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So i said i was probably never going to post a post like this, a post that focuses on big booty. someone asked me to once and it felt too much like i would be fetishising fat than promoting any healthy view of sex, sexiness and body shape.

and then i loaded more NSFWs and realised what a pain it was to find erotica that wasn’t whiter than white, agist and heteronormative. these NSFWs are a lot more challenging than simply throwing together a selection of porn together for you.

it’s important for me to include a spectrum of bodies, sexualities, ages, colours… and that shit aint easy to come by i’ll have you know.

when i found ColombiRican i kept it on bookmark ice for a while, while i decided what to do with it. and then tonight, while i was again struggling to find something ‘different’ i remembered this great collection of women of colour (all colours), big booty, great tits and selfies galore. what’s not to love…


while it’s one of those cases where it’s all women all the time (i usually prefer some couples action action ya dig?) i enjoy what it says about how women embrace their sexiness. it’s the exact opposite of what our magazines are telling us is ok – that you have to be skinny to wear sexy lingerie and bikinis. i love that these selfies are a whole lot of fuck that shit.

i like big buttsya feeling me?

check some more not whitey/tighty erotica.

Postsecret pic of the week :: No man will love me like my dad…

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i find sentiments like this creepy. your partner is not your father and isn’t going to love you like a parent (and that’s assuming we’re talking about a GOOD parent, cos let’s face it, many good people make shitty parents… and then there are the shitty people making shitty parents…)

anyway.

yeah. so, thing is, my folks and i have a long, complicated history. it’s been an eventful ride, shall we say. my dad’s (and let’s talk fathers, considering it’s father’s day) a man i’ve learnt a lot of good and bad stuff from. he’s my dad, but he’s also just a human with a whole bunch of character crazy. there is familial bond but it’s not choking.

and that’s one the most amazing gifts my father’s life circumstance inadvertently taught me – independence of thought. it is ironic that it is this that led me away from his church and down my own path.

and yet he doesn’t hesitate to tell me he is proud of me and how far i have come. some of you might be interested in knowing that. i wanted to write more about that here, but i think it could do with it’s own blog.

Do you look for partners similar to your parents?

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