baretobush
baretobush:

Day 127.
Today I had a totally unplanned photo op after getting out of the bathtub. Usually, I have some vague form of an idea in mind when I take pictures or I at least have my crappy digital camera on the ready. Today, all I had was my even crappier camera phone but I realized I just couldn’t pass up the awesomeness that was happening on the bathroom floor.
Here’s the thing about taking baths (for me, anyway, and I have no point of reference as to if this happens to other period-havers or not because we tend to not discuss things like this): When I’m on my period and I take a bath, I do not bleed in the tub. Not at all. None. I can be heavily mid-cycle and the moment I get in the tub, there is no blood that comes out to mix with the water. It’s bizarre, and I’m honestly not sure why. Maybe the water seeps inside a little and the pressure of it holds all of the blood in? Anyway, I’m sure there’s science behind it, but the point is - there is no blood in the tub.
But, the thing about taking a bath is that eventually when the water gets cold or you realize your skin it turning into a prune, you have to get out of the tub. If you’re like me, sometimes you’ll stand around naked for a while brushing your teeth, staring at the new wrinkle in your forehead in the mirror or simply wandering around the house. And in the case of today, I forgot that I was heavily on my period since I’d been staring at my naked, bathing body for the past hour and there was no blood in sight. So when I felt something warm oozing down my leg and looked between my bare feet at the puddle of red that was slowly forming on the floor, I realized with a bang - oh yeah, I’m totally leaking blood right now.
So of course I took a picture of it and decided that there must be someone out there who’s interested in what happens when a period-having-person climbs out of a bathtub and stands around for a while without immediately cramming in a tampon. Everybody is different, of course, but for me it looks exactly like this.
- http://www.baretobush.com/day-127-period-floor/

baretobush:

Day 127.

Today I had a totally unplanned photo op after getting out of the bathtub. Usually, I have some vague form of an idea in mind when I take pictures or I at least have my crappy digital camera on the ready. Today, all I had was my even crappier camera phone but I realized I just couldn’t pass up the awesomeness that was happening on the bathroom floor.

Here’s the thing about taking baths (for me, anyway, and I have no point of reference as to if this happens to other period-havers or not because we tend to not discuss things like this): When I’m on my period and I take a bath, I do not bleed in the tub. Not at all. None. I can be heavily mid-cycle and the moment I get in the tub, there is no blood that comes out to mix with the water. It’s bizarre, and I’m honestly not sure why. Maybe the water seeps inside a little and the pressure of it holds all of the blood in? Anyway, I’m sure there’s science behind it, but the point is - there is no blood in the tub.

But, the thing about taking a bath is that eventually when the water gets cold or you realize your skin it turning into a prune, you have to get out of the tub. If you’re like me, sometimes you’ll stand around naked for a while brushing your teeth, staring at the new wrinkle in your forehead in the mirror or simply wandering around the house. And in the case of today, I forgot that I was heavily on my period since I’d been staring at my naked, bathing body for the past hour and there was no blood in sight. So when I felt something warm oozing down my leg and looked between my bare feet at the puddle of red that was slowly forming on the floor, I realized with a bang - oh yeah, I’m totally leaking blood right now.

So of course I took a picture of it and decided that there must be someone out there who’s interested in what happens when a period-having-person climbs out of a bathtub and stands around for a while without immediately cramming in a tampon. Everybody is different, of course, but for me it looks exactly like this.

- http://www.baretobush.com/day-127-period-floor/

thepureskin
baretobush:

The Reality of Nude Photos
Alright, so this is a little bit of an unrelated note to my regular posts, but I feel like it’s important. I want to take just a quick minute to explain the difference I see between a naked body that’s posed and a naked body that is just that: a naked body.
When we look at naked people on the internet (be it Porn Stars, “selfies” taken by internet-famous bloggers, or professional freelance models), they are almost always in these poses that elongate the body, stretch out the muscles, show off the ribs, push the breasts forward and hide all of those squishy rolls that happen when we relax. I am not attacking them, so please don’t feel defensive if those are the kinds of photos you are a part of. They’re beautiful, I have no problem with them. I just feel called to point out that a body that looks so “sexy” or “slender” or “desirable” in one picture, can look squishy, vulnerable and saggy in the next just by letting go of a pose. No one wants to post those pictures, those are the ones you delete before they’re even out of the camera. No one wants to say, “Hey! Here’s a selfie of how my tummy puffs out and look, can you see the stretch marks on my breasts!?”
I took both of those pictures this morning, minutes apart. They’re both me. They’re both completely unedited. They are simply meant to show the difference between a body that is carefully designed to be sexy and well-received, and a body that is just sitting there being a naked body on a bed in the morning.
I’m not saying that people shouldn’t pose in photos, or that photos designed to look sexy are bad whatsoever, so please don’t think that’s what I’m getting at. I just felt like sharing a picture of what a body really looks like sitting on a bed, instead of an image of what a body looks like carefully posed on a bed.


I honestly can’t believe they’re both you.

baretobush:

The Reality of Nude Photos

Alright, so this is a little bit of an unrelated note to my regular posts, but I feel like it’s important. I want to take just a quick minute to explain the difference I see between a naked body that’s posed and a naked body that is just that: a naked body.

When we look at naked people on the internet (be it Porn Stars, “selfies” taken by internet-famous bloggers, or professional freelance models), they are almost always in these poses that elongate the body, stretch out the muscles, show off the ribs, push the breasts forward and hide all of those squishy rolls that happen when we relax. I am not attacking them, so please don’t feel defensive if those are the kinds of photos you are a part of. They’re beautiful, I have no problem with them. I just feel called to point out that a body that looks so “sexy” or “slender” or “desirable” in one picture, can look squishy, vulnerable and saggy in the next just by letting go of a pose. No one wants to post those pictures, those are the ones you delete before they’re even out of the camera. No one wants to say, “Hey! Here’s a selfie of how my tummy puffs out and look, can you see the stretch marks on my breasts!?”

I took both of those pictures this morning, minutes apart. They’re both me. They’re both completely unedited. They are simply meant to show the difference between a body that is carefully designed to be sexy and well-received, and a body that is just sitting there being a naked body on a bed in the morning.

I’m not saying that people shouldn’t pose in photos, or that photos designed to look sexy are bad whatsoever, so please don’t think that’s what I’m getting at. I just felt like sharing a picture of what a body really looks like sitting on a bed, instead of an image of what a body looks like carefully posed on a bed.

I honestly can’t believe they’re both you.

thepureskin
nymphoninjas:


Hey N & T,
I’m a bit out of sorts this week. I just got back from a three week trip to Toronto where I ended up having a crazy summer fling. I had the best sex of my life: he choked me in just the right way, bit me harder than I knew I wanted, gave me more orgasms than I ever thought possible. It was absolutely incredible to find someone who knew exactly what I needed and who took such pleasure in giving it to me. On my last night I finally worked up the courage to ask him to hurt me even more and he agreed to despite his reservations “only because these marks will last longer than the ones my kisses leave”. It was unreal. I boarded my plane the next morning covered in bruises, teethmarks in plain sight, my ass still bearing his handprints. I don’t know when our paths will cross again, if ever, but I’ve been taking pleasure in pressing on the marks he left on my skin as they slowly fade, remembering our brief encounter and trying to hold on to its traces just a little longer. 

I hope you’ll share this photo with your fling as well, I am sure he’d love to get to see the marks you made with both of your strength. I’m glad to hear you enjoyed your time in our home town. Maybe next time you visit we will see you and your NNBB around. Thanks for sharing your story and submission with us.

nymphoninjas:

Hey N & T,

I’m a bit out of sorts this week. I just got back from a three week trip to Toronto where I ended up having a crazy summer fling. I had the best sex of my life: he choked me in just the right way, bit me harder than I knew I wanted, gave me more orgasms than I ever thought possible. It was absolutely incredible to find someone who knew exactly what I needed and who took such pleasure in giving it to me. On my last night I finally worked up the courage to ask him to hurt me even more and he agreed to despite his reservations “only because these marks will last longer than the ones my kisses leave”. It was unreal. I boarded my plane the next morning covered in bruises, teethmarks in plain sight, my ass still bearing his handprints. I don’t know when our paths will cross again, if ever, but I’ve been taking pleasure in pressing on the marks he left on my skin as they slowly fade, remembering our brief encounter and trying to hold on to its traces just a little longer. 

I hope you’ll share this photo with your fling as well, I am sure he’d love to get to see the marks you made with both of your strength. I’m glad to hear you enjoyed your time in our home town. Maybe next time you visit we will see you and your NNBB around. Thanks for sharing your story and submission with us.

cantstoptechnoboom

regretnothingalways asked:

Chest & stomach? :)

cantstoptechnoboom answered:

Chest: Are your maternal/parental instincts strong?
I wouldn’t really say parental, but my older brother instincts are usually on point.
Stomach: Do you feel confident in your body image?
Most of the time. If I ever feel bad about it, I do something about it like go to the gym or eat healthy for a while. I rarely eat fast food now, which totally helps.

Anonymous asked:

Hair skin mouth ears

Hair: What hair color looks best on you and what’s your natural color?
I’m not really sure what colour looks best but my natural is blonde.

Skin: Do you tan easily?
No ;-; but I also don’t burn

Mouth: Do you want to kiss anyone right now?
Yes ;)

Ears: How many piercings do you have (if any)?
4
Both ears, my labret, and my navel.

regretnothingalways

Anonymous asked:

Hand, stomach, heart

regretnothingalways answered:

Hands: Are you an artist/writer?
Kinda both. I love to write stories and draw but I’m awful at both xD

Whoops forgot the rest

Stomach: Do you feel confident in your body image?
Not really. :/ there’s always something I want to change
Heart: Are you in love? If so, does the one you love know?
Yeah I am :) and I hope he knows although I try and remind him every day.