Sinful Sunday 382: Nothing to declare

By the time you read this, I’ll be on my holiday. A week in France to recharge my batteries, including a digital detox. I’ll miss you all, and especially my Miss @fireandhoney, but I’ll return with a different sort of tanned bum to the one I usually hope for. 

I know this is theme week – and the camera you can see is the only one I own. Click on the lips below to see who else is looking for a bit of exposure. 

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Sinful Sunday 380: the heat of the night.

The heat of this summer has been unbearable at times, inescapable, overwhelming, at once suppressing the desire to do anything and driving the desire to just be. Just feel. Just give in to the prickly awareness of sticking skin and flushed flesh.

I’ve blogged a couple of flash pieces about the super sensitive heat-driven desire I feel for Violet. This picture captures it perfectly, how it feels on those hot nights. But what was shared between us is now shared with you because She wants me to not hold back. And I don’t want to hide behind humour or strategically placed furniture every time. Sometimes it’s right to just to let the image speak for itself.

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Sinful Sunday 370: lightbulb moment

I’m a rank amateur in photography. Strictly a mobile phone person, no tripod. Hell, I don’t even own a selfie stick. So for me, half the challenge of Sinful Sunday is finding new ways of balancing the phone and getting the shot.

This week I had the genius idea of using my light shade as a tripod to get a never-before-seen birds-eye view. The bonus touch I hadn’t anticipated was the lightbulb acting to preserve my anonymity. Sometimes these things come together nicely.

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Sinful Sunday 369: suntrap

This month’s Prompt Week was determined by chance, the spin of two wheels. In this photographic Russian Roulette I got “overexposed” and “outdoor”. 

My circumstances mean outdoor was really not going to happen, so I had to think how to bring the outdoors in. And so recently, on the first bright morning of the year (or so it seemed), I remembered the suntrap in my bedroom. And I let the sunshine in.

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Sinful Sunday 365: what lies beneath

Recently I stayed up in London to attend a business awards do at a posh west end hotel. Dress code was black tie, but they were very non-specific about the formalities of accompanying undergarments. 

So to Miss’s specification I made sure our Skype later on had an interesting reveal. 

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Sinful Sunday 364: prompt week – humour

In many ways the respite of prompt week for Sinful Sunday for this month is a bit of a Busman’s Holiday. The use of humour in my SS photographs is an ironic reflex action for me; strategically positioned items to block full frontal nudity is as much a deep insecurity about my body image as an indulgence in levity.

As a way of swerving my body-image issues, humour is a way of deflecting sexual attention. That may sound bizarre in such an act of exhibitionism, but by using a humorous set-up I can pose naked but with the get-out of saying “oh, I’m not taking myself seriously, you see”. It deflects accusations of pretension – that I might think myself worthy of sexual desire and attention.

I’m aware this is not necessarily a healthy attitude to have but it’s my way of grappling with the issue. It’s also usually a way of working a theme of my week into the photo.

This weekend I’ve been at my parents who’ve had plumbing issues. Meaning I’ve only been able to come up with a dribble in the mornings.

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