Pourriez-vous taguer vos articles et vos images pour qu’on les trouve quand on fait des recherches? La photo là-haut dessus est exactement ce que je cherchais avec les mots TORSE D’HOMME SENSUEL il y 15 jours et je la trouve aujourd’hui seulement par hasard. Je ne dirais pas tout ce que j’avais trouvé de décevant dans mes résultats de recherche, cette photo-là c’est une aubaine pour le sujet que je veux illustrer. Est-ce qu’il y a des crédits à donner? J’aimerais bien nommer au moins le modèle, et pourquoi pas le photographe aussi. Est-ce que vous connaissez les noms? Répondez-moi svp.

Vous marquez ici dans un des commentaires que vous aimez la beauté dans toutes ses expressions y compris celles du corps humain. C’est ce que dit tout ce que j’ai vu de votre blog jusqu’à maintenant. Merci pour ces textes et ces images. Bonne continuation!

It seems like I made myself very unclear… Some people say that I have “a thing” with words whereas I often feel frustrated by how imperfectly I express *myself*… While I write I keep forgetting that only the Dog sees the expressions on my face… The point is, I’d rather put into words the feelings of ten persons than my own… which I usually keep silent about. I seldom let people know how I feel, it’s as simple as that.

What would keep us from becoming Friends… ?

You are not “just someone who comments” on my blog… Your words carry your emotions to me… I can feel how my previous answer upset you, and while I read your words, above, I know you wrote them the way one writes a goodbye letter… because you believe that you did upset me.
I know what you understood from my words, and what you understood not… Please, re-read my previous answer and understand… that you did not distress me in any way… that your words never caused me discomfort… Please, hear… that I enjoy learning about you, and even more : you, you, and you, too… and that I simply do not want you to see me as an ideal person, since I am not and could therefore not help but disappoint you later on… which I would hate to do.

“Upheaval” is the main word to describe what’s happened lately to my once quiet life, you got it perfectly right, and I feel unsettled. This does not help me in better expressing myself… and it might get worse before it gets better but it will get there anyway… and reading you, you, you :o) is part of those things that make it all lighter to bear.

I can feel your thoughts, too, through your words… and it feels bright and gentle…
Keep them coming…
I hate goodbyes…

My thoughts are with you, too.
They may not be that bright right now… but I’m hoping to improve…

I’ll be looking forward to read you, Suzi.

S.

Thank you for such an honest reply, but please, I do not believe that you are trying to seduce me, I am seduced by what you write, the images that accompany your words and even your choice of music. From there to go on and say that I’m in love with you… or you with me… it would need a great deal of “getting to know each other” and this was more what I had in mind. The “to charm you to an unreasonable extent…” well, it was in the “my hopes” of being more than just an blog acquaintance. S, much of what you express are things that touch me deeply and I think along similar “lines” too but have never been able to express both the feelings and the emotions with words and so having a chance to be more than just someone who comments on your blog, meeting you (and coming back to those values of face to face communication) and maybe even becoming a friend… with similar convictions…
I do fully respect that you wish to remain anonymous and faceless and thus will not propose this desire of mine again but the temptation of meeting someone who seems to be so much on the same “road” as oneself was rather overwhelming, thus my desire to meet and “unreasonably charm”.
And here I am again with me me me, barely acknowledging that you have past and present upheaval in your life, so please forgive any distress or discomfort that I may have brought and I wish you happiness and contentment for your future.
My kindest thoughts are with you
Suzi Q

Voilà autre chose… « Déloyal », maintenant… et « … surtout maintenant », en plus… ? Et pourquoi cela… ?

J’en ai d’autres, mais… si j’avais un instant songé les « poster », j’ai changé d’avis, « maintenant »…

S.

I get quite lost myself, sometimes…

You’re going to make me feel like I’ve been trying to seduce you… and that’s not precisely my type. But… well… :o)

I have no “Make it happen” list… I am an impulsive person, not a calculator :o)… but, since you remember that I actually met Kendreague, you might also remember that I was the one who proposed the meeting, and in order to explain why I am not going to “propose” you too, I’ll confide something to you… The reason why I proposed a meeting to Kendreague was that I knew who he was… “guessing” from his words, and getting the confirmation from people whom I used to see quite often ages ago, while moving in… “fashionable” circles… He had kind of “guessed” me, too, and just didn’t know for sure… I simply took the opportunity to meet someone I had heard about and wished to meet before. None of us were disappointed the moment we finally faced each other, as it came out it had been the same for him… That was a fine weekend, indeed, and he greatly appreciated the company… of a dear Friend of mine, especially… [Hi, Kendreague… ;o)))] Now I must tell you that I’ve never met “in person” with anyone whom I had “met” here, on my blog… as I sort of decided, prior to “building” this blog, that I would remain an anonymous and faceless voice… I’ve failed … twice, obviously, Kendreague being the first to “recognise” me here, but I shall stick to that : none of those who do not already know me will actually see my face. Being faceless is quite enjoyable, as it gives people no choice but to see the “verso” of the painting, to quote the “Angel” of “To Whom it may concern”…

Getting to know each other through our words only is not as “restrictive” as it may seem… visibly Now I surely don’t mind your being “in love with my words and images” and should other readers feel that way also, well, I don’t know, but… just make sure you don’t fall in love with *me*… My heart may be “big” but it’s not mine as it was taken years and years ago, and should I have wished differently at times, I got proof recently that I shall not get it back.
It’s “free”, though, for Friendly Love, with limitless ability and capacity… :o)

So… for your own good, please : don’t be too “unreasonable” with me… ;o) if not in your words, at least in your heart.

Thank you for those words that do touch me…
I’ll keep it all in mind, have no doubt about that… and, again…

You are Welcome.

S.

« Demain » était avant-hier. Avez-vous vu « quelque chose » d’intéressant… ?

S.

Et je vous réponds que vous êtes une Enfant…

J’admets en avoir un instant douté…

Le sommeil m’a rattrapé… j’espère qu’il en est de même pour vous.

Tantôt vous me disiez que vous n’étiez jamais aimable…
Je vous signale, soit dit en passant, que traiter Morphée de fat n’est pas précisément courtois… Je doute qu’il apprécie positivement.

Et s’il avait les cheveux longs, ce serait une Femme, c’est cela… ?
Ah, la bienséance… Il n’est ni marié ni « gay », n’en déplaise à vos statistiques… mais il se pourrait que cela ne dure pas… :o)
(Je supprimerai votre question si vous le souhaitez, le « vous pouvez » me semblait indiquer qu’il m’appartenait de juger si la « bienséance » était respectée… et vous savez ce que je fais de ce genre de « bienséance ».)

S.

Laurence

I says “Dear” ’cause gosh, your reply makes me feel that your heart might be even bigger than mine. Sorry for not writing sooner (again, gosh, now you have me apologising to you) but with all the stuff that you publish I just couldn’t remember where ‘n under what I answered your last answer and then got caught up in re-reading and all that.
I’d love to meet you like did that Kendreague bloke (but I guess I’m right in expecting that it ain’t on your ‘make it happen’ list). When I read what you wrote to me here I want to charm you to a very unreasonable extent and who knows what the future may have in store… but I know that I ain’t the only one that is in love with your words and images and gosh again, I’m actually talking about myself so that means me is all of a fluster.
So again, thanks for those kind words and keep in mind that I really appreciate…

Suzi Q

Ne me l’envoyez que si c’est bien la même… Je ne “collectionne” pas, moi… et

Ah… vous me rassurez…

Tss-tss-tss… Je prends soin de moi, et vous devriez en faire autant. Pour ce qui est de mon sommeil… je n’y mets aucune mauvaise volonté, soyez-en certaine.

Tout semble être rentré dans l’ordre aujourd’hui, ici pour le moins.

Merci… Qu’il en soit de même pour vous… et soyez aimable avec Morphée

S.

Quelqu’un le pourrait, mais ne le fera pas… mais je puis confirmer que le tout est cohérent… :o)

Et Non, cela n’est pas possible… mais il ne faut pas chercher si loin. Il suffit de savoir regarder autour de soi…

S.

Le propos de cet article était de vous faire sourire…

J’espère que Morphée a été plus convaincant que moi…

Je vous l’ai dit, je bats mes propres records… elle fut d’une pâleur extrême.

Ma connexion “channellise” la vôtre, sans doute, et mon PC fait son grand nettoyage quotidien, je me suis fait éconduire par je ne sais quoi, WP ou ma ligne ou autre chose, il y a plus de quarante minutes et j’ai quelque chose à effacer… Tout va bien, tout va très bien, tout va très très bien… Je crois que je vais aller ailleurs pour voir si j’y suis…

Radieuse Journée à vous, ma Chère…

S.

Je m’abstiens ici comme chez moi concernant les stéroïdes…
Finalement les anges ont l’apparence que l’ont souhaite qu’ils aient, masculin ou féminin peu importe.
L’Eglise a accepté qu’ils soient représentés sous les traits masculins, en ayant cependant soin, hypocritement, de cacher l’attribut essentiel à ce genre.
Comme vu sur l’article précédent il est vrai qu’enfant on voit alors qu’une fois adulte c’est subtilement masqué. Notez que pour le genre féminin enfant ou plus âgé c’est masqué… (j’adore décidémment l’hypocrise de la chose)
Cela me rappelle les photos que l’on fait des très jeunes enfants, nus sur une peau de mouton entre qq jours et un an, ils sont ensuite décemment vêtus plus tard… bref, hors sujet…
Pour ce qui est des ailes… les colibris en plein vol ont aussi leur ailes invisibles à cause de la vitesse de battement, elles existent pourtant bel et bien. Je ne me suis jamais vraiment représenté un ange avec des ailes et volant… il est exact que ceux représentés en image en ont pour peut-être qu’on les distingue d’un “simple” mortel…
Les douleurs de l’accouchement… peu importe le lieu , il est vrai cependant que si j’avais pu choisir cela aurait été ailleurs que dans cet endroit aseptisé et “inhumain” que j’aurais enfanté…
Je confirme cependant qu’un homme ne pourrait résister à cette douleur et que quoi qu’on en dise, on n’oublie pas, même quand on tient dans ses bras l’enfant qui les a engendrées.
Notre sexe dit faible est bien plus endurant que l’autre sexe dit fort. Ces adjectifs sont je crois dans le sens musculaire, l’homme pouvant, par exemple, soulever des poids bcp plus grands qu’une femme, quoique… vaste débat…
J’en resterai sur ce que j’ai écrit au début… les anges ont la forme, le genre, les ailes (ou pas) que l’on souhaite…
Sur ces paroles je vais voir Morphée
Merveilleuse nuit et à je ne sais trop quand compte tenu des caprices cybernétiques de ma connexion.

I am quite “wow”’ed myself… by your words… No, you can’t make me blush… but that was close

This is a clear answer to my questions, and more than I expected. Thank you… Now I gladly apologise to you should I have led you, through my answers to your past comments, to believe that I was judging you on your “looks” :o) as this was never my intention. I regret being unable to tell you where I am from myself, I am sure you will understand why, but I can tell you that I’ve been “surrounded by all those stuffy snotty rich and pretentious sh..heads” myself for much longer than I ever wished to be… all the more so since I never wished to be :o) … and I know what it was that “got to my head”, very precisely, and why I, too, love to provoke…

Where we come from is part of our identity, and we cannot change this, but what we opt to leave behind and choose to take along with us is what makes us what we really are… I shall never blame anyone for “enjoying” the sight of a person’s face or body… for I love Beauty in all its expressions, including those of the human body… but my own “journey” has taught me that when the surface pleases their eyes, people very often just don’t give a damn about what’s behind, or, more precisely, inside… and I just hate it. Could you tell…? :o) As time passes, more and more often I am “told” how restrictive it is to be judged from surface, and especially, for some reason, from physical appearance… and those “Wow Blokes” :o) photos on my pages tell of my own love of provocation. The message I am hoping to put through – sometimes with the unexpected help of “voices” other than mine – is quite simple : don’t look *at* but *through*. The most sublime stained-glass window is just that : a window… and what makes it sublime is not the parts that compose it but what it touches you with through the different shades of Light that its *whole* filters and renders in its own unique way.

Now does that sound “stuffed up”… ? :o)
Do I… ?

I believe we all are “normal” people, normal, here, meaning unique… communicating with each others how we can, with the language that is ours, and what matters is not how we do it but what we’re trying to share. So… Thank you for sharing… and please go on… :o)

… Be my Guest…

The “magnificent blokes” say Hi… and…
… Have Yourself a Magnificent Year…

S.

Wow, I love those Angels, all of them and the one just above is a real wow!! As for the text, like much of your bla-bla, it took me time to get the jist of it all but both your texts and images are superb and I mean like in all that you post! Hey S. lets get this straight, I’m from an old mining town in N. England and was lucky enough to make Uni, majored in Economics and did lingos including French, was surrounded by all those stuffy snotty rich and pretentious sh..heads so I just love to provoke. So maybe my degrees got to my head… (just a wee bit) and as to them magnificent blokes on your blog, well, it’s just my way of letting you know that they are really magnificent… and like I says, I love to provoke.

What I admire in your blog is the way that you use the words and make us run of the mill Chicks fantasize with those hunky-dory blokes.

Have a nice year and ta muchly for what you bring to the stuffed up community and us more normal people

Suzi Q