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More Fuzzy Femme Project, and it’s not just because I want to use the phrase again (Although the description on her blog is now “Fierce Fuzzy Femme”… and as awesome as Fuzzy Femme is, it just got one word better. Just saying.).

Fierce Fuzzy Femme sent me her pictures from t= one month of not shaving (the same as in her blog, linked to in earlier posts here). At first, when I was taking pictures of people, they’d ask about how to pose. Not being a photographer and whatever other disclaimers one can come up with here, I wound up taking pictures of people with their arms up to show their armpit hair, and then taking more a few minutes later of them talking, hanging out, in this intermediate time in which it’s known that I have my camera, but it wasn’t the focus of attention… Those felt better. Looked better, too, I think. Or maybe I was just getting more comfortable— I had been worried about making the people feel like they were in a medical situation, by my interest, at first, in photographing specific body parts. Or maybe I was getting more comfortable with asking people to do things that show off specific body parts. Why am I bringing this up? Because it should be. But also, now, though, I can say “pose like FFF!”

On another note (and speaking of getting more comfortable thinking about body parts), I really really like the photo of her leg. Everything about it goes together— the high contrast, the textures of fabrics, wood, the hair on her leg.  Awaiting t= the next!

(composite of photos by the friend of her lady friend)

friend:  i was expecting all pit photos … mildly disappointing
me:  me too, at first! sorry…  people kept wanting to send other parts!…which is true. and i’m not actually sorry about it, especially since here’s a pit photo. taken by the lady friend of the photographee.

friend i was expecting all pit photos … mildly disappointing

me:  me too, at first! sorry… people kept wanting to send other parts!

…which is true. and i’m not actually sorry about it, especially since here’s a pit photo. taken by the lady friend of the photographee.

cycling (2)

So I was generally pretty good about putting on sunblock while cycling for a week. Partway through the week, I look in the mirror at the youth hostel I’m at for the night and feel like the otherwise fairly light-colored hair above my upper lip is darker. I enumerate possibilities:

-missed that part for sunblock (unlikely, I think I remember putting sunblock there)

-put on too much sunblock there, making that part of my face whiter as the rest of my face was getting dark; the contrast makes the upper lip hair look darker

-(but wouldn’t the upper-lip-hair get bleached from the sun, if anything, the way head-hair does?)

-body started producing more testosterone in the riding, causing upper lip hair to be more visible (a little fast? dunno. bodies change fast when biking all day.)

-relative solitude caused me to see things differently though perhaps nothing about the hair on my face changed.

…with no resolution. Was neat, in any case.

More Fuzzy Femme Project, and it’s not just because I want to use the phrase again (Although the description on her blog is now “Fierce Fuzzy Femme”… and as awesome as Fuzzy Femme is, it just got one word better. Just saying.).

Fierce Fuzzy Femme sent me her pictures from t= one month of not shaving (the same as in her blog, linked to in earlier posts here). At first, when I was taking pictures of people, they’d ask about how to pose. Not being a photographer and whatever other disclaimers one can come up with here, I wound up taking pictures of people with their arms up to show their armpit hair, and then taking more a few minutes later of them talking, hanging out, in this intermediate time in which it’s known that I have my camera, but it wasn’t the focus of attention… Those felt better. Looked better, too, I think. Or maybe I was just getting more comfortable— I had been worried about making the people feel like they were in a medical situation, by my interest, at first, in photographing specific body parts. Or maybe I was getting more comfortable with asking people to do things that show off specific body parts. Why am I bringing this up? Because it should be. But also, now, though, I can say “pose like FFF!”

On another note (and speaking of getting more comfortable thinking about body parts), I really really like the photo of her leg. Everything about it goes together— the high contrast, the textures of fabrics, wood, the hair on her leg.  Awaiting t= the next!

(composite of photos by the friend of her lady friend)

zoom in!

zoom in!

grinning

grinning

friend:  i was expecting all pit photos … mildly disappointing
me:  me too, at first! sorry…  people kept wanting to send other parts!…which is true. and i’m not actually sorry about it, especially since here’s a pit photo. taken by the lady friend of the photographee.

friend i was expecting all pit photos … mildly disappointing

me:  me too, at first! sorry… people kept wanting to send other parts!

…which is true. and i’m not actually sorry about it, especially since here’s a pit photo. taken by the lady friend of the photographee.

cycling (2)

So I was generally pretty good about putting on sunblock while cycling for a week. Partway through the week, I look in the mirror at the youth hostel I’m at for the night and feel like the otherwise fairly light-colored hair above my upper lip is darker. I enumerate possibilities:

-missed that part for sunblock (unlikely, I think I remember putting sunblock there)

-put on too much sunblock there, making that part of my face whiter as the rest of my face was getting dark; the contrast makes the upper lip hair look darker

-(but wouldn’t the upper-lip-hair get bleached from the sun, if anything, the way head-hair does?)

-body started producing more testosterone in the riding, causing upper lip hair to be more visible (a little fast? dunno. bodies change fast when biking all day.)

-relative solitude caused me to see things differently though perhaps nothing about the hair on my face changed.

…with no resolution. Was neat, in any case.

cycling (2)

About:

(same as first post)

this is: created in response to being verbally attacked for having unremoved body hair and/or this is Inspired By an attack by someone generally close to me for having not removed my body hair and/or this is an attempt to create a virtual safe space? and/or this was originally created with the idea of saying, simply, “we exist!” ...where we are not-prepubescent, not-barbie-dolls, but are... and/or this was originally created with female-bodied human people in mind but quickly blossomed (sprouted?) to include female non-human people (a spider!) and non-female human people (and obviously non-female non-humans could be the next step) in its discussions and hopefully postings and/or this is an attempt to create non-virtual safe spaces, too, obviously, create greater acceptances of diversities in bodies? yes let’s. enough with that sentence.

aside: currently playing with themes; we’ll see how this one goes (I kind of want a serif font).

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