I find myself drawn to women whose bodies are covered with tattoos...as far as suicide girls the last time I found myself drooling over them was on a late night skinimax program that contained nude photoshoots.
I only been to one or two burlesque shows. The one at Coney Island had alot of suicide type girls performing.
Like bodybuiding some of those girls are hot, and sometimes those features just enhance their overall appearance, but I'd be more willing to hook up with a female bodybuilder who isnt exactly easy on the eye, then date an ugly suicide girl (went to school with too many of them)
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
BuffCuties is Back
To this day I'm kicking myself for missing the Olympia this year. Looking at the facebook event page for the 2010 Arnold Sports Festival, I didn't want time to pass and be in the same boat financially.
For quite some time I debated whether put advertising on my site or not. I'd love to be optimistic and rely on paypal donations, but it would've been pointless to RSVP as a confirmed attendee (as oppose to "maybe attending" depending on my financial situation come early March)
I'm hoping that Adsense will definitely bridge that gap and I'll be able to join the party at the Japanese restaurant on Thursday night.
All the updates I've been doing for the past few days can still be found on my current blog (http://cwilsonmedia.blogspot.com) but any new uploads uploads will be on http://www.buffcuties.co.nr. When I complete the process of building the models galleries, all of my physique content will eventually be linked to http://www.buffcuties.co.nr
For quite some time I debated whether put advertising on my site or not. I'd love to be optimistic and rely on paypal donations, but it would've been pointless to RSVP as a confirmed attendee (as oppose to "maybe attending" depending on my financial situation come early March)
I'm hoping that Adsense will definitely bridge that gap and I'll be able to join the party at the Japanese restaurant on Thursday night.
All the updates I've been doing for the past few days can still be found on my current blog (http://cwilsonmedia.blogspot.com) but any new uploads uploads will be on http://www.buffcuties.co.nr. When I complete the process of building the models galleries, all of my physique content will eventually be linked to http://www.buffcuties.co.nr
Persistence Pays Off
Alot of girls were telling me this ain't that kind of party when I tried to offer them beads in exchange for getting a glimpse of their tits. As hopeless as it felt at times, I knew there was one in every crowd. That night there happened to be four. Out of all of them I've got to say these were the best. The titties didn't disappoint and she didn't mind posing for multiple shots.
National Go Topless Day 2009
On one hand I feel like a dick for posting pictures of Juelz after promising her that I wouldn't. However I probably wouldn't have to look very hard to find photos that other photographers posted that afternoon.
Later on she stood me up waiting on 25th and 10th. Her defense later (after apologizing initially) was that she took her top off earlier. Many other photographers was spared the luxury of dealing with her BS all week.
Aside from that I would've probably posted them anyway being that she was the only one pressing her breast against all the topless chicks she posed with. Thankfully they didn't mind. In fact some looked like they even enjoyed it (see above).
The best shot of the day was missed when I gave the camera to someone to take a picture with me in it. Before getting in the shot I look over to find Juelz and another chick rubbing breasts (something I've only seen in lesbian porn)
I look back and find that the dude wasn't snapping away as he damn well should have. To make matters worse I tried to approach the other chick for another photo opportunity only to get cock blocked by one of those raelean cult bastards.
The other chick volunteered to come back for a shot on her own recognizance, but it didn't have the same magic that initially got my tool up. It was more or less the same as the rest of the shots of Juelz posing topless with the other chicks...
Can't believe that I just find myself bitching like an ungrateful bastard. Central Park isn't like South Beach where I can go any given weekend and find topless women sunbathing. Missed photo opportunities doesn't compare to just enjoying the moment while taking it all in.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Another Day, Another Struggle
Before going to bed earlier this morning, the last thing I wrote on my facebook status update was "I need something to motivate me out of this slump...if it was only simple as peanut butter and jelly (that's all this kid needs)". Below was a youtube attachment of a fat kid going crazy for the song "Its peanut butter jelly time". If it wasn't for that flashback to Saturday afternoon, I don't know if I'd still be in my bed or not. However it sure is a relief to be behind this computer putting my ideas into words than lying in my bed with the only thoughts racing are reason's why it doesn't make sense to get up and face life.
Its safe to say that I hit that point where I need help. There are times where I feel strong enough to be able to handle things on my own. However every once in a while I find myself out of steam. My old doctor said everyone has their period of ups and downs. One major difference however are most are functional enough to be able to maintain their obligations. As much as I want to take the next step and follow through on the job offering my cousin informed me about, there is no fucking way they'll be a happy ending, at least in the long run.
Coming to that realization it seems like I'm up shit creek without a paddle. There seems to be no easy way out of this mess. Wondering what the next step is seems to be pointless. Yes I have some hobbies that allow me to maintain some sort of significance, but it still leaves me in the same place at the end of the day. I'm afraid to leave out the door to this room and face my mom and her world of negativity. Thinking of that makes me go back to why it felt impossible to rise out of bed.
The fact that I have a dental appointment tomorrow feels like a blessing in disguise. If it wasn't for that there's no telling if I could've brought myself to go back to that support group tomorrow night. Being in the state I was in an hour ago would've given me just cause, but it truly feels like the MDSG has become a cause to relapse than a solution to my problems. In many ways it was my last attempt to engage in being in part of something. Now I'm left thinking its not possible.
Staring at an empty flask of brandy, it feels like the next logical step is to seek salvation in a bottle. Bringing the browns to the superbowl will seem like a small price to pay for not having to deal with the situation at hand. On second thought there's a book upstairs that I've been meaning to crack open for awhile. While it won't solve all my problems, it'll help get a major beast off of my back.
Its safe to say that I hit that point where I need help. There are times where I feel strong enough to be able to handle things on my own. However every once in a while I find myself out of steam. My old doctor said everyone has their period of ups and downs. One major difference however are most are functional enough to be able to maintain their obligations. As much as I want to take the next step and follow through on the job offering my cousin informed me about, there is no fucking way they'll be a happy ending, at least in the long run.
Coming to that realization it seems like I'm up shit creek without a paddle. There seems to be no easy way out of this mess. Wondering what the next step is seems to be pointless. Yes I have some hobbies that allow me to maintain some sort of significance, but it still leaves me in the same place at the end of the day. I'm afraid to leave out the door to this room and face my mom and her world of negativity. Thinking of that makes me go back to why it felt impossible to rise out of bed.
The fact that I have a dental appointment tomorrow feels like a blessing in disguise. If it wasn't for that there's no telling if I could've brought myself to go back to that support group tomorrow night. Being in the state I was in an hour ago would've given me just cause, but it truly feels like the MDSG has become a cause to relapse than a solution to my problems. In many ways it was my last attempt to engage in being in part of something. Now I'm left thinking its not possible.
Staring at an empty flask of brandy, it feels like the next logical step is to seek salvation in a bottle. Bringing the browns to the superbowl will seem like a small price to pay for not having to deal with the situation at hand. On second thought there's a book upstairs that I've been meaning to crack open for awhile. While it won't solve all my problems, it'll help get a major beast off of my back.
I thought I was messy
Anyone whose ever been to my house knows my family has issues with keeping its appearance neat and tidy. However I took one look at this link and realized no matter how messy your house is, its not as nearly as disgusting as other unkept homes.
http://www.ebaumsworld.com/pictures/view/18180/
After taking a look at the pictures, be sure to check out the comments. Some of the reactions are priceless
http://www.ebaumsworld.com/pictures/view/18180/
After taking a look at the pictures, be sure to check out the comments. Some of the reactions are priceless
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About Me
- Chris Wilson
- I started going to Fitness Competitions in 2006 and slowly became a hobby for me to take pictures of female bodybuilders and fitness models on and offstage