We all need mentors.
Especially sexy ones.
By my definition, a Sexy Mentor is someone who is ten to fifteen years older than you and is still undeniably, incredibly hot. Without even knowing it, they remind you to reframe your perception of sexiness beyond the media’s oh-so-limiting portrayal of it as young, thin and unlined.
I have Joan.
I loved her before I even met her in person.
I called her on a recommendation from a friend who said she did skin care and carried great face cream. I explained that I was leaving for a two-month adventure to New Zealand and wanted something really good.
“It’s hard for me to recommend products without analyzing your skin,” she said.
“Irish. Freckled. Sensitive. Lots of fun in the sun.”
She laughed. “Okay. North or South Island?”
My kind of esthetician.
Meeting her in person only confirmed it. She’s passionate about her profession and reminds me of those effortlessly beautiful women I saw all over France. Vitality oozes from her every pore and transfers like osmosis through her hands into my face.
She knows how to saunter that line between fashionable and trendy and lucky for me, we are the same size so she gives me her castaway classy clothes.
Every time I see her, she reminds me that that sexy knows no age limits.
Who are your sexy mentors?
Here's Joan looking effortessly sexy in Florence, Italy
Erotic photo shoots are like running big whitewater:
Scary to think about.
Super exciting in the middle.
Incredibly empowering by the end.
I’ve done three of them so far.
You’d think that since I’m an erotic essayist and somewhat of an exhibitionist at heart, erotic photos shoots would be a breeze for me.
First I have to lock my Inner Catholic Girl in a confessional. Then I have to transcend that conditioned cultural voice that wrestles with not being fit or thin or young enough which we all know is bullshit but… still.
I rave back.
You can too.
When the opportunity for an erotic photo shoot presents itself (it will), I encourage you to go for it. Tuck the pictures away if you don’t like them at first. Because someday, like today for me, you will pull them out and think, Wow, I’m so glad I ditched that bikini on the beach.
Courage begets courage.
I need some right now. I have get to get sexy- psyched for a reading at the Seattle Erotic Arts Festival. So I'm posting this photo to manifest some boldness and get that juicy, carpe diem mojo flowing.
Getting off at the confluence of the Little Colorado River. Grand Canyon, April 2009.
Photo by Graham Charles.
Tell me about your fears, desires, experiences with erotic photos shoots and I'll tell (and show) more of mine.