I posted, earlier, a picture of a group of sexy, half-naked dudes shivering in the cold together (arms enveloping each other fantastically, mmm). You may have seen, but feel free to look again—It was as much an offering of respect as anything else, a bit of praise for a group I never bother to think about, but it helped that they were so incredibly fine. Anyways, as I was posting, I experienced this moment of guilt over the potential feelings of insecurity the photo could cause my male followers (especially considering the attention I drew to the perfect shape of one of their asses) and thought momentarily about not bothering with it.
It’s almost hilarious (“silly” even, silly of me), except for the unfortunate context in which it becomes hilarious, this moment of totally misguided compassion. I see more pictures of naked models every day (everywhere) than I do … any other type of picture. Even cats.
I don’t have anything else to say about it, but it took hours for that to occur to me.