Atlantic City, Day Two

(1)
Believe it or not, but I sleep in undies to keep my foreskin from retracting.

But I’m nakie here. *nodnod*

(2)
I do not remember why I took a picture of my bum.

I have more flattering pictures.

(3)
Post-shower!

(4)
I love my hands. What is WITH those veins?

I’m looking forward to trimming and shaping my pubic hair. I don’t bother cropping it; if I had shaved, I’d be able to post it, so why shouldn’t I be able to post it hairy? Besides, everybody’s pubic hair looks the same.

(5)
Except to those that like armpit hair, this picture is not flattering.

(6)
I bleed?

I shaved, knowing that if I look good, I feel good. Gotta take care of meee.

(7)
Put on my undies, tucking in my foreskinned penis. I doubt girls have to tuck in their labia or clitoral hood.

But I have heard stories of girls having one of their labium get caught in the wrong direction, and feel self-conscious about the whole crotch-adjusting thing. *giggles*

(8)
Behold, the power of pants.

(9)
Socks!

(10)
Shirt!

(11)
Ta-da!!

(12)
Time for chapstick.

(13)
Timmy say BRUSH YOUR TEETH.

(14)
Spit.

(15)
Wander back into town.

(16)
I was actually look for some sort of lighthouse. I wandered up and down Rhode Island, looking for it. I actually ended up here by accident, but it was on my itinerary, so I stopped.

(17)
Fish are hard to photograph?

(18)
That thing barely moved at all.

(19)
Honestly, this place was very disappointing. I took a moment to enjoy the view and collect myself. All was not lost. I knew I had to just keep going.

(20)
Trump Taj Mahal, for location relativity.

(21)

Advertising convinced me to give this place a shot. I ended up wasting eight dollars on parking.

I went in, noticed all the blinkie lights and scary people. Scary people, as in… Well, I’m a people watcher. I saw masses of people staring blankly at slot machines, mindlessly hitting a button over and over again. Like classically conditioned monkeys. Or infants, depending on which way you look at it. I wandered and wandered. Went up a floor, went down a floor. Eventually left without dropping a penny, aside from eight dollar parking.

(22)
A backstreet. But, no boy in sight.

(23)
The sun shining down, my lips felt dry. I took a picture quick.

(24)
Decided to go here for.. was it lunch? Late lunch.

(25)

It was a theme restaurant, minus being a chain. Restaurants all look the same these days, ya know. I waited for a bit, then my waitress’s breasts asked if I was ready to order.

Follow the imagery for a moment. When she walked over, she stook in such a way that the light over the table shined down directly on her breasts and masked her face. Her breasts looked like they wanted to escape from the green cotton t-shirt they were stretching.

Her name was Megan, and I made sure to look her in the eyes when she came back. She was cute, sure, but the original image is forever burned in my memory. Just one of those things.

I had some nachos, which completely hit the spot. It was very simple, nachoes, beef, and lots of melted cheddar cheese. It completely hit the spot. I also had a mudslide. You know why Erik’s mom’s mudslides are so good? She tends to go a little heavier on the alcohol. *snickers*

(26)
“Phew.”

(27)
I’m with you, Tasha Yar.

(28)
NAKED TIME!!!

(I like this picture. A lot. See, I’m not all negative.)

(29)
I don’t always take care of business naked, but it fit the flow of the moment.

(30)
Watching TV.

Oh, who am I kidding? I don’t watch TV like that at all.

(31)
When I’m lounging, I tend to keep my package supported.

(32)
Hrm. Somebody had fun here before me. No condom in sight. Tossed wrapper in trash.

Someone had sex in that bed. …Cool!

(33)

“What do I do now?”

(34)
BELLYBUTTON!!!

(35)
Back to posing.

(36)
Guess where the camera is.

(37)
..Phone deposit? Oh, screw that.

I was going to order out, but changed my mind. One fear preventing me from conquering another.

Stayed up later watching… I’m not even sure.

End Day Two.