Flashing Fun

Most of my friends who keep up with me here and on Facebook know that I am a hopeless exhibitionist, albeit, a shy one. That is, I love to show off, but not for the general public (at least purposely) but for friends, lovers, and at appropriate places or venues like private parties or concerts or festivals that encourage a bit of flaunting one's body.

One activity that I like to do is a photo shoot of myself and friends flashing in public places. We are careful, for the most part, and choose places where a bit of nudity might be fun and naughty, not purposefully lewd or lascivious. We never flash if children are anywhere near.

So yeah, we're careful. We flash the camera and each other. We never purposely flash anyone directly unless they indicate specifically it is okay.

We have discovered in almost all of our photos we are smiling, grinning or outright laughing. How can you not when you're being silly and flashing your pussy? It's fun!

So, because all the news has been terrible this week, I offer this set of photos of women flashing their girl bits with big smiles on their faces. I hope it cheers some of us up, at least a little. 

Click on the photos to view full size. Have fun!

Mind Flowing Free on Father’s Day

 

I’m letting my thoughts flow freely this Father’s Day because I tend to drift into melancholy when thinking about my dad. He was a jazz keyboard player. He took me on tour with him as soon as he thought I was ready, even though I was just a young girl. He let me sing with his band starting at age 10. He’s been gone a while now, a victim of a random pulmonary event. Yes, I miss him.

He knew me. He thought my bisexuality was “convenient” because it gave me more choices. He liked and respected my girlfriends and boyfriends alike. He took great care of my mother and made sure she would never want for anything if he checked out early, which he did. A member of his band said of his early death, “He’s lucky … no growing old, no assisted living, no nursing home, no hospice. He did it right.” I suppose he did. In a way. But then, I miss him and would have gladly helped him live a much longer life. That was not to be.