1960s Tiki Erotica (WARNING: NUDITY) - General Tiki

C christiki295 Member LA-2547 mls east Hawaii &5500 Easter Is Joined: Apr 09, 2003 Posts: 3837	C christiki295 Posted posted on Thu, Nov 21, 2013 7:48 AM [i]On 2013-11-15 16:16, Sunset Mike wrote: . . . I think the natural makes it. What is wrong with "real" women (or Men) we actually know? Nothing! They are real. It was all they had back in the day and they were fine with it. I really think the Tiki Erotica thread needs to focus on the Vintage Erotica. 1960's, early 70's. The swank, but tasteful stuff of an era, we and other Tiki folks will keep alive! . . . . This article from Salon shares it from the perspective of a woman discovering burlesque inspired glamour as she realizes she will never be a Cameron Diaz size 0. "[O]riginal designs inspired by vintage ’40s and ’50s silhouettes. Pinup Girl Clothing features an adorable array of va-va-voomy dresses, and she’d designed one to my specifications — a body-skimming sheath with day-to-night versatility, made of stretchy fabric with a neckline that’s not too low, a hemline that’s not too high, and longish sleeves. I was looking for two specific features: forgiveness and good coverage. Then the next box arrived, packed full of more dresses by Laura and her partner, Micheline: the crazy orange-tiger Vamp; the demure yellow-rose-print Erika; the berry, blue and red siren-sleek Erin; the luxe mauve velvet Film Noir with the draped cowl neckline; and the full-skirted cherry-print Heidi, which put me in a good mood just looking at it. They fit, but just barely. One hardy sneeze and I’d bust the seams. On the same day came an invitation to judge the Miss Exotic World competition at the Burlesque Hall of Fame Weekend in Las Vegas, just a few weeks away in early June. Eressing for the contest was an exercise in holding my breath and minding my worst thoughts with discipline and compassion: Blah feel fat blah blah blah. Blah blah lose 10 more pounds blah blah. “It is what it is,” I said aloud to my reflection. As I layered my makeup, I realized that so much of this “being present” business is simply telling the negative voices in your head to shut the fuck up. I pulled out a red dress with side shirring and lots of stretch. The perfect choice. A red dress says, “I’m here.”" http://www.salon.com/2013/01/02/sexy_dresses_that_barely_fit

[i]On 2013-11-15 16:16, Sunset Mike wrote:

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I think the natural makes it. What is wrong with "real" women (or Men) we actually know? Nothing! They are real. It was all they had back in the day and they were fine with it.

I really think the Tiki Erotica thread needs to focus on the Vintage Erotica. 1960's, early 70's. The swank, but tasteful stuff of an era, we and other Tiki folks will keep alive!
. . . .

This article from Salon shares it from the perspective of a woman discovering burlesque inspired glamour as she realizes she will never be a Cameron Diaz size 0.

"[O]riginal designs inspired by vintage ’40s and ’50s silhouettes. Pinup Girl Clothing features an adorable array of va-va-voomy dresses, and she’d designed one to my specifications — a body-skimming sheath with day-to-night versatility, made of stretchy fabric with a neckline that’s not too low, a hemline that’s not too high, and longish sleeves. I was looking for two specific features: forgiveness and good coverage.

Then the next box arrived, packed full of more dresses by Laura and her partner, Micheline: the crazy orange-tiger Vamp; the demure yellow-rose-print Erika; the berry, blue and red siren-sleek Erin; the luxe mauve velvet Film Noir with the draped cowl neckline; and the full-skirted cherry-print Heidi, which put me in a good mood just looking at it. They fit, but just barely. One hardy sneeze and I’d bust the seams. On the same day came an invitation to judge the Miss Exotic World competition at the Burlesque Hall of Fame Weekend in Las Vegas, just a few weeks away in early June.

Eressing for the contest was an exercise in holding my breath and minding my worst thoughts with discipline and compassion: Blah feel fat blah blah blah. Blah blah lose 10 more pounds blah blah. “It is what it is,” I said aloud to my reflection. As I layered my makeup, I realized that so much of this “being present” business is simply telling the negative voices in your head to shut the fuck up.

I pulled out a red dress with side shirring and lots of stretch. The perfect choice. A red dress says, “I’m here.”"

http://www.salon.com/2013/01/02/sexy_dresses_that_barely_fit

Post #700117 by christiki295 on Thu, Nov 21, 2013 7:48 AM