Naked Lady of the Week: Jenni Lee

Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:

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What’s your take on fake boobs? I have a really hard time with them. “Hard” as in they make me unhard. More often than not I can’t overcome my diastase: I look at photos of girls with fake boobs, and all I see are the fake boobs. I start to ask: “Why did she go and do that to herself?” or “Why can’t modern surgeons devise something that looks more like a natural titty and less like a leather-covered water balloon?” And by that point it’s all over.

I suppose that, where porn is concerned, I have a strong attraction to the unmediated. I like to see the texture of the girl’s skin; digital airbrushing and smoothing are even bigger turnoffs than silicon. I want her to look so natural and there that her photo just about has an aroma.

Tennessee native Jenni Lee has been around for over 10 years now. She started out doing “amateur” stuff for sites like FTV, then got fake boobs and made the leap to hardcore. I watched some of her sex films, and she’s quite a performer. Both forceful and graceful, she seems like a woman who really knows (and enjoys) what she’s doing. Most of the photos you see below, however, date from her earlier period. The later stuff is too processed for my taste, and of course it features fake boobs. (Not that she isn’t beautiful regardless, of course.)

Jenni claims German, Irish, and Puerto Rican ancestors. I can see the German and Irish in her face. Is the Puerto Rican detectable in her ass?

Speaking of her keister, I realized while assembling this post that the majority of the photos I chose are ass shots. Don’t pretend you’re disappointed.

Nudity below. Have a great weekend.

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Naked Lady of the Week: Stephi

Paleo Retiree writes:

Back here I introduced the delightful amateur bikini model who calls herself Stephi. Stephi’s best-known on Microminimus, the fan-participation branch of the genius Australian bikini company Wicked Weasel, but she also shows herself off on Flickr.

With her auburn hair, her sprinkling of freckles, her friendly smile, her love of the sun and her physical rambunctiousness, Stephi instantly conveys “fit, ripe and good-natured California nature-girl.” But she conveys something else as well: a combo of guilelessness, sweetness, and naughty wholesomeness that’s similar to what comes across in paintings by the great American pinup artists of the ’40s and ’50s. Yet she’s a modern woman too, bringing to bear a very present-day degree of awareness of herself and her effects. As a pinup girl, she isn’t just being surprised-while-ripe in the old style; she’s a full participant in the creation of the situation, and she’s definitely getting something fizzy out of it that pleases her too. Stephi’s awareness is maybe better described as “agency” than as today’s more common, sarcasm-heavy “attitude,” praise the lord. Sweetness and sexiness prevail in the end, and we can all be grateful for that.

It seems to me that part of why Stephi’s able to suggest multiple sides is that, like many of the most memorable erotic models — Dita Van Teese, for instance — she isn’t just a fantasy object. (Not that anything’s wrong with pure objects of fantasy, of course.) Her spirit’s a more overflowing one than that; she’s got personality to share as well as a real performer’s spark. Working with her talented photographer-husband, Stephi’s able to project herself into the scenario and into the moment with joy and abandon. She can inhabit and project seductress as convincingly as Western-movie heroine, slinky glamor as convincingly as bubbly innocence. Btw, in case you’re skeptical that Stephi’s got a good brain in her head, do read our interview with her. She’s as sharp as can be, and knows exactly what she’s up to.

Some good news that I’m pleased to relay today is that Stephi and her husband have created a couple of lavish photo books. In other words, if you’ve got a hankering to linger over Stephi’s mischief, body and beauty, there’s no longer any need to pay an ongoing fee, or to join Microminimus or Flickr. In “Stephi: The Kinky Side,” toys, leather and metal contrast lusciously with smooth, curvy and translucent flesh. They bring out something extra-saucy in Stephi’s expressions too. “Commando Stephi” lives up to its hilariously sweet-and-square (in the best pinup tradition), punning title. It reminds me of some of my favorite B-movies of the 1970s, and I have little higher praise in me to offer than that. The electronic versions of the books strike me as very reasonably priced, while the on-paper versions are printed beautifully.

Nudity (and even some sweetly innocent kink) after the jump. The pix, by the way, are exclusive to UR. They’re also guaranteed to bring considerable sunlight and warmth into your soul as the December days grow shorter and colder.

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Architecture and Color

Paleo Retiree writes:

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Doug Henwood’s “My Turn”

Paleo Retiree writes:

My wife and I got so caught up in the Presidential election that we had some fascination with Hillary left over afterwards, so last week we treated ourselves to a read of this short book denouncing Hillary Clinton from the left. It’s an expansion of a striking article that Doug Henwood did for Harper’s back in November of 2014. Many lefties and Hillaryites were furious with Henwood for undermining their candidate. Is it better to be honest about a politician’s failings or to do propaganda for what one feels to be the lesser of two evils?

Henwood portrays Hillary as pushy, graspy and opportunistic, someone who has never really stood for anything other than Clinton success and who, at this point in her life, manages to be both out of touch with everyday people yet deeply convinced that the world owes her bigtime. (Hence the book’s title.) If anything, she’s a NeoCon — George W. Bush II. But mainly she’s an unprincipled “machine politician.”

Much of what she and Bill have done to climb in the world and enrich themselves appears to be legal — they’re both smart lawyers, after all. But, as Henwood shows very convincingly, a pattern of self-interest, greed and sleaziness is overwhelmingly apparent. It also established itself very early on. About Hillary and Bill’s years in Arkansas, Henwood writes:

The state did all kinds of business with Rose [law firm], from routine bond issues to more complex litigation. Having the state do business with a law firm that employed the governor’s wife seemed a little smelly to many. But, no matter — the Clintons would soon be leaving town. Ambitions as expansive as theirs couldn’t be satisfied in the Ozarks.

Henwood has a wry, sly and biting sense of humor that makes a nice counterpoint to his generally measured tone, his ferocious researching and his fervent leftie principles. “She swears like a longshoreman, one of her more endearing traits,” he writes. There’s certainly nothing that’s proper in an uptight-rightie kind of way in him. It’s a fast, amusing and enlightening read.

Henwood is more concerned with nailing down facts than with Hillary’s psychology, which he lets speak for itself and which is fun to speculate about afterwards. I’d love to buy Henwood a drink and get him to talk about what he really thinks is going on with her. What a fascinating, if also appalling, character Hillary is. My wife is deeply convinced that Hill has immense “who am I really?” identity issues and is likely crazy. What would Henwood say to that?

About a quarter of the book consists of elaborate, meticulous footnotes. They’re fun to explore. Throughout the book there’s a feeling of Henwood saying to his critics and opponents, “Come on and do your best. Just see if you can find any factual mistakes here.”

Full disclosure: though we’ve never met up in person I’ve been in touch in small ways with Doug Henwood for years. Back in the 1980s I subscribed to his great ‘zine Left Business Observer, I learned a lot about how the world works from his book “Wall Street,” and I currently follow his regular provocations on Facebook with interest and delight.

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Naked Lady of the Week: Mona

Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:

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Mona, sometimes called Monika, was a popular internet model of the ’00s, appearing solely (as far as I know) on the European “art” sites. The broad bridge of her nose and her somewhat hooded brown eyes gave her a smoldering quality — a quality that was happily exploited by her photographers. No matter how they presented her, though, the guileless Czech girl was never far from the surface.

She was discovered by photographer Richard Murrian, who took a lot of fab pictures of her. Her work for Petter Hegre is also good.

Nudity below. Have a great Black Friday. Hope you weren’t wounded trying to get $75 off a flat-screen TV.

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Happy Thanksgiving

Blowhard, Esq. writes:

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Monsters of Depravity

Fabrizio del Wrongo writes:

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[A] political chain reaction was set in motion by the French Revolution. Deprived of the services of the professional army officered by aristocrats of the Monarchy, the revolutionary government had recourse to a levée en masse of the population. The people of the countries overrun by the French armies, after their own professional armies had been shattered, achieved liberation by means of similar armies of conscripted civilians. The European wars waged between 1792 and 1815 were the first of the Peoples’ Wars, so called because they were fought between peoples in arms and not as hitherto by professional armies maintained in peacetime by the rulers to enforce their wishes.

At first appeals to simple patriotism proved sufficient to inspire conscripted civilians with military ardour. Later the discovery was made that conscripted civilians fought better if they had been induced to hate the enemy against whom they were fighting. So gradually was evolved and perfected the modern science of emotional engineering, the purpose of which is to convince the average citizen that the citizens of the state against which it has been decided to wage war were monsters of depravity, barbarous, perfidious and cruel, with whom any thought of peace was impossible, to overcome whom no personal sacrifice would be too great.

Inevitably warfare conducted in an artificially inspired frenzy of fear and hatred changed its character. Thus began the period of so-called Total War to use the term adopted to describe hostilities waged regardless of the Rules of Civilized Warfare. Naturally the average civilian serving as a soldier, knowing nothing and caring less of military traditions, and having been taught that it was his patriotic duty to believe that the enemy was committing atrocities of every description, felt himself free to act as he had been assured the enemy was acting. Hate propaganda always lays the greatest stress on the contention that the enemy is solely responsible for the outbreak of hostilities in order to generate in the mind of every individual soldier a personal grievance against the enemy for having wantonly forced him to leave home and endure the hardships and dangers of a campaign.

The act which may be cited as marking the end of the age of civilized warfare and the beginning of the age of Total War was the acceptance of the Lindemann Plan on the 30th March 1942.

The last stage of the chain reaction was the adoption of war-crimes trials as a method of disposing of captured leaders of the vanquished side which inevitably must make the future conduct of warfare more ruthless than ever. Now that every general knows that in the event of defeat he will assuredly be done to death by the victors if he falls into their hands, he can hardly be expected to hesitate to order the commission of any enormity which seems to him to offer some hope of staving off defeat.

— F.J.P. Veale

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