This post is guest curated by azura09:
Hello, I’m azura09 and I’m taking the helm of Acetylene Eyes from May 1-7. We’ve been friends for a number of years and they’re one of people I’m most comfortable talking to about sexuality, gender, and my enthusiasm for porn (both queer and otherwise). I admit that I’m not a photographer and that I have very little working knowledge of what constitutes an artful photograph. Because of this, I’m simply going to focus on images that turn me on and attempt to explain what it is about them that makes me shiver in anticipation. Thanks so much to Acetylene Eyes for allowing me to put my (slightly less refined) taste on display this week.
I’m starting this week off with an image that makes me feel safe. A kind of safe that seems specifically queer to me, one I’ve never seen straight porn get quite right. It’s that vulnerability that comes with realizing you (and the person you’re with) are on equal footing:
It’s nice to push you down,
make your open your thighs,
watch you fan your hair out like I got to drown in the best ocean
to find you, but this isn’t what I need
and I’m telling you, look at all the things you can eat, even as I’m worrying that
I shouldn’t
eat you down to whispering bones.
