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I can’t tell if this is fact, or just a poem… or both! It’s written quite beautifully.

I like the way you think:)

Is it true you are looking for more interaction ?
Thats what I understand from the text.

Well since it is fact, I’d like to add that I can totally relate! But even worse, I don’t see my life going anywhere really right now…. I know what you mean about the friend asking you to be a maid-of-honor… SICKENING! haha… Everyone is growing up and changing all around me and I can’t change my ways no matter how hard I try… or don’t try hehe. Makes me sick…

As for that old erotica… I’m quite fond of the 50s pin-up stuff… it makes me feel sexy and love my body.

And everyday I can’t help but think the same things… has he given up, moved on, or what the heck is going on in his warped mind!? Give me a sign!

Keep your head up! :) Keep writing, you’re great at it.

I think you should write songs :)

Bright blessings ~ Richard

Did you invite me to come here? If so, I feel honored.

I am self concious. I think some people think that I go over the top with my responses to some posts.

I have read some of your posts. That brain of yours is always churning something awesome!

It’s like the Maid of Honour thing has made you realise that everything is shifting towards a different kind of life - the one that used to seem so far away just a short time ago. The naked ladies with their carefree innocence and buttery baby skin is taking you right back to where you were once safe from the harshness of the grown up world - it’s childhood and mother love combined.

Thank Yrja, I like these old 20s erotic photos too … And, have you ever seen the movie “Le notti bianche” (White Nights)? That is a fantastic movie, starring the man who was in the old Beauty and the Beast, Jean Marais. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Le_notti…

So you feel like a spectator - I know that feeling so well.

I’ve gotten the same feeling with observing myself. Not big on 20s erotica though.

Yrja you got there already babe,that bullet proof glass is just clouding the vision,find that sledgehammer,to see clearly you must have perfect vision,critics are raving,your heading for stardom like those old pictures, the bare truth will be exposed and you will be that woman you admire so much carefree and stripped of all burden and doubt,carefree and unashamed of the self image,i quess the fashion industry has made you see the real beauty of woman yeh and it aint a pair of pretty panties or a red bra lol.
Inside that wonderous big beautiful heart of yours is that spirit of freedom yearning for exposure ,to be free,the nausia is the dress youll be forced to wear at the wedding huh, will you catch the bouquet i wonder?!the old man i quess wants you to write the next line,hes waiting for responce, did the audience approve?is there an encore?questioning on the inside reflecting quietly,like you the world he sees thru his glass may not be what he envisioned,he has closed the curtain on his theatres stage,he sees the show going on though his part in the play has come and gone,he sees not the fat naked lady of your reflections and contemplations but hears the fat lady singing instead,for him the show is over, but for you ,those scenes are unwritten ,and there are so many chapters remaining in the book of Yrja,are you the star who everyone is waiting for,you got my vote for best actress,keep the dream alive ,keep hoping,keep believing ,the climax is coming,will the ending shock everyone leave the awe struck?or will there be a sequel? Yrja 11 the mystery continues,be kind, be true ,belong to your self,behold you are beheld of many

Yrja wrote:

annlovestars wrote:
Is it true you are looking for more interaction ?
Thats what I understand from the text.

Probably. Meaningful interaction. Who doesn’t crave meaningful interaction? Is that not what we all are looking for?

Welcome to the site..hope you find many friends here… and much feedback…

I think the one thing that we need most in our lives as humans, is acceptance…. of ourselves. and others….. and there is both pain, and pleasure in this journey… sounds like you are def. on your way, and I wish you well…

Anonymous wrote:
It’s like the Maid of Honour thing has made you realise that everything is shifting towards a different kind of life - the one that used to seem so far away just a short time ago. The naked ladies with their carefree innocence and buttery baby skin is taking you right back to where you were once safe from the harshness of the grown up world - it’s childhood and mother love combined.

I really liked this post…. hope you did too….

Blessings….

I’m kinda in a similar state, I suppose. Still trying to figure out who these critics are though. It’s like, am I living for them, or me?

Are you a writer? The way you wrote all that was awesome!! :)

Ahh I do want to cuddle and kiss you a little bit Yrja.

I generally feel the same in comparison to the first paragraph, nothing hits the potential or emotional punch that I imagine or want to feel in my mind. I think “Hmm her tongue is kind of gooey. Why is she kissing me? I wish I would feeling something,” when I was kissed.

I agree with the art deco erotica. Those woman seem curvy, beautiful and womanly in a way that models of this era just don’t reach at all - they’re more like manicans for products, instead of strong (and intimidating *.*) monuments to feminity and the power of the female body.

No message in the window -.-

sounds lovely - I’ll be there!

Those women look like that because women were more feminine, that was their role in life. They had men hoping and closing doors, standing up when they entered the room and catching them when they fainted. Oh, how wonderful, now women want to open the doors by themselves and men don’t know whether to let them or whether they are going to be punched in the face for doing this small thing for them. If women let men be courtious to them, men would feel they had a reason for being there.
Well, I think so anyway. Go be that maid of honour, enjoy the dress and looking like those women before they took all their clothes off - you could go home and act that bit out on your own later:0