…Or maybe just in hibernation.
Call it a business move, or something more personal than that. I’m a self proclaimed Black Female Nudethusiast, but if you notice, all of the nude pictures of me are gone from this site. They maybe be floating around there in cyberspace somewhere, and that is something I cannot control. But I’ve been moved by Spirit to turn over a new olive leaf (Adam and Eve reference…the leaf that covers their genitals in the nice paintings).
When Spirit speaks, you listen. When it calls you answer. When it instructs, you obey. If anyone knows what I mean, holla if you hear me.
There really isn’t anything else to say about the matter.
Well maybe there is. You see, I’m a freelance writer and I use this in my profile as a part of my portfolio. I don’t want my clients to see me nude. That is a service they AREN’T paying for. But they do want my words and storytelling abilities via my custom erotica service. That I give them and I serve it up very, very well.
And neither is anyone else. I think I’ve found a nice safe outlet for my nudies and I’m happy with that. I think for a time I just needed to get them out there, it was my way of celebrating freedom and personal liberation. They may return, in calendar form. In coffee table book form, in digital e-book form…but for now, this space can’t hold the full magnanimity that is then energy of the image of my naked body right; I know my power now.
A man who wanted to date me demanded that I take these photos down. He didn’t last long in my life.
The man I’m seeing now is a photographer. Go figure. While he’s spoken to me about the permanence of anything you post, and his words have penetrated deeper that I may have wanted to admit at one time, I feel that being open minded about needing to take them down at some point is something helped me do. I made the decision on my own, by deciding to obey the instructions of my ancestors, but I certainly enjoy the freedom I feel from this man who doesn’t insist on owning the rights to my body. Nobody can truly do that. It goes against why I even created this blog.
It’s a space for pleasure and creativity to thrive. But there’s a context for everything, and things change. I’ve changed. And change is good. It’s soooooo good.
I’ve always loved to show my tatas, titties, boobs, breasts, whatever you want to call them. I get a rise out of arousing two things: disapproval and sexual feelings. There may be some spiritual science behind this phenomenon of women baring breasts (I even made a movement out of it…) and more to the world…after being suppressed for so long, how can you blame us? Via Kenya K Stevens:
As feminine-balance is being established on the planet, females no longer allow themselves to be ruled by shame, and know that the neither the beauty of their soul or body is corruptible.
The female spirit loves to nurture and enliven others, knowing that as a mirror for Kundalini Shakti, it contains the powerful potential to arouse Kundalini in others. Because of this, devis (often) feel excited by the idea of displaying intimate portrayals of their beauty for others to see.
I find this to be very true for me. Here’s proof (snicker)…It was a Sunday afternoon and I had my good friend Tamara over for a vegan brunch. We caught up on our lives and I complained about not being able to get into school. She said, “if you wanted to be in school you’d be there.” I took that day on and over a year later I had done several nude photo shoots, was an extra in a few television shows, and I became a columnist for a local paper and rubbed elbows with the top editors at Essence magazine. I really was free. This one of the pictures that kicked it off. I posted it along with a few others on my Model Mayhem profile and my journey as a Black Female Body Nudethiast began. (I coined that term. You can’t use it unless you say my name ;) These were taken on my balcony at my old apartment, my roommates were home, and I have to thank Tamara for making me look so good in the broad daylight of that fateful Sunday afternoon. We used my phone and it was the best rush ever. Made feel kind of tingly…(drip, drip)