Arty London Photos, Part 3

[sabotabby]

Last round of pictures, I promise. (Well, at least until the weekend if all goes well, but those won't be of London.)




The Big Guy himself.


I know I posted a picture of me and smhwpf posing in front of it already, but why not have a few more?






Thistles in front of William Morris's house.


Same thing, different focus.


A soft friend.


St. Dunstan-in-the-East.


Another view of that.


I tried to get a bunch of photos of the Victorian steam engine, but this was the only one I liked compositionally.


A composite. I saw some Extinction Rebellion graffiti and an old sign for Courage Brewery, and I thought they worked pretty well together.


The Oscar Wilde memorial.



This is how my bedroom looks now:



I was hoping to be able to sleep at night and not get woken up by the streetlamp and light bouncing off the pale teal walls, which I now can, on top of that it looks fucking amazing. I remember reading this article about how men are intimidated by too many pictures of women in a woman's house, and almost all the pictures in my bedroom (and in the rest of my house) are of women, so it also feels like a complete power move.

Comments

[notasupervillain]

My new plan is to intimidate men, and only keep around the ones who are okay with that.

[sabotabby]

My room was initially quite girly and my mom told me a man wouldn't want to have sex in it, so I had sex with a woman in it.

(And later two men who didn't give a fuck about girly decor because they were adult men.)

[notasupervillain]

It's amazing how men are simultaneously too horny to function when the possibility of sex exists, but also instantly lose their erection when a women acts the slightest way counter to their ideal of womanhood. And how bisexual women don't exist.