Lascivus's blog post - What to do...?

Every so often, I get SMS, IM and outright question via the ubiquitous communication device also known as the mobile phone: Did you take any new photos recently? Are you hiding them somewhere?

This morning, Rebel wanted me to send him something to look at when he gets off the train. I was dressed for the gym but could not bring myself to leave the house. It was (and still is) fucking cold - a steady 35F. I could not feel my toes although I was wearing my socks and shoes.

I took a photo of my smiling face and a photo of my pinned nipple and sent them off to his phone.

It took several shots (as you know, it is not easy taking a pic of yourself) and I finally got one that was passable.

I sent one to Rebel and one to my husband. My husband received it first and mentioned (yet again) that I used to take photos of myself but not anymore.

I am not sure exactly when I would be able to find the time and mood to set up my tripod and camera.

I spend much of my time travelling to the gym and back, not to mention errands and etc, I get so very knackered at the end of the day, all I can think of is have a drink, and plop myself on the sofa, watching mindless TV, talk to and watch my darling Rebel on my screen while simultaneously carry on conversations with my family.

I need a holiday but while I mull over where and when to go, I am going to make myself a Campari orange juice.