Models

This is an Australian Model whom I have featured before on this blog.  I'm not sure what it is about this woman that is beginning to make me change my mind about models.

The big problem with models (and with most of us, including me) is that our vision dominates our sensory input, at least most of the time.  (At certain times, I hear that smell creates a stronger impression than vision, but that happens rarely.)  Models are obsessed with visual perfection, and with apparel.  Many interviews of models bring out their fascination with clothes, and with bodies.  I don't want to assert that their interests stop there; many models, or former models, once they give up modeling and begin to take an interest in matters that have to do with other things than physical beauty and clothing, become interesting, even fascinating.  No longer willing to rely on their physical beauty, they become beautiful, even more beautiful than before, as they become less 2-dimensional.  They may take the view that they were always this interesting and this beautiful, but I would go out on a limb and claim that in their working years, their beauty is limited to the beauty of a photograph.

When I see a photograph of this woman, however, I just turn into an adoring puddle of mush.  This is not the sort of woman I usually go for.  I like girls who are strong and athletic.  I'm rarely attracted to girls who are well-endowed, generally (though there are exceptions).  I don't go for very narrow waists.  I admire clear skin.  What is going on here?

I don't know!  I don't like all the clothes she models, either, though they do suit her.  I guess I'll get over this lady eventually, but until then, I enjoy seeing her anywhere.

Kay

Dear Diary

I find myself in a quandary.

As an author of sorts, I realize that it is counterproductive to reveal too much about myself; a healthy amount of mystique is all to the good.  When a reader gets to know an author so well that there's really nothing left to discover, that author is more or less finished.  You know exactly what she's going to say.

But I'm going to put this out here, hoping that no one, or very few, will discover this, though I almost want it to be known!

I have discovered someone on whom I have a sort of crush!  She is a model, and just a few minutes ago I discovered that she has a website, and lives a semi-public life as a sort of free spirit.

What attracted my attention first was her smile, which was nothing short of gleeful, though I have to admit it is serene, in its own way.  Right there you have the enigma that this person is: gleeful, serene, mischievous, serious.  She seems to be both sensitive and tolerant, a woman for this worrisome age.  She seems outgoing, but private.

The least I can do is not stalk her too assiduously!

But there you have it: sometimes you see someone, and you have to tell the world!

Unfortunately, I get crushes like this about once a month, so it isn't going anywhere.  But ... what can I say?  Having a small crush is a lovely thing.

K.

Helen's Eventful Summer

Just to make sure that those who only read this blog get the news as well:  I have just published a major chunk of the Helen story in Helen's Eventful Summer, which goes online at Smashwords tomorrow sometime.

The story starts with Helen out in Seattle for a longer-than-usual filming of a feature movie based on several episodes of the Galaxy Show (her regular TV series), in which the space ship The Galactic Voyager discovers a barely habitable planet, and decides to leave a colonizing team on it.  Helen has been cloned, and the infant's growth has been artificially accelerated so that she is a teenager within a few months.  (This will never be possible; that part is just bad science fiction.  If you like a more realistic version of this sort of thing, please read The Music Of the Stars, which is a story about another person called Helen, who has some of the same background as the Helen in this story, but is intended to be someone different.)

Anyway, Helen goes off the rails, and decides to hire a call girl.  But being Helen, she manages to get into a complicated relationship with this woman, and worse, shortly after gets into an affair with a girl in a restaurant, called Jana.

Unlike the other Helen stories where I managed to purge most of the explicit sex, this story has enough graphic sex to actually get in the way of the other action.  But I just couldn't see how to remove it, because of the plotline.  If you're Eastern European, I apologize in advance for the representation of Jana's English.  I wanted her to be very foreign, and so I had to tinker with her dialect.  She is a wonderful character, so I hope you forgive me for the liberties I have taken with the dialog.

Two other characters emerge in a very three-dimensional way:  Elly Kolb, the daughter of Helen's oldest Ex, Janet, and Tomasina Krebs, the daughter of Janet's mother, Old Elly.  While Elly has turned over a new leaf and become a good student, Tommy has decided to get into the porn industry as soon as she graduates.  In fact, she makes an adult video featurette over the summer break, in which she is a motorcycle babe who abducts a young bride from the altar, and gives her a night she will never forget.

Finally, there is an innocent college freshman, Crystal Baxter, whom Janet meets during a visit to Philadelphia.  Crystal is so obsessed with Janet that she walks to Minnesota from her home in Wisconsin, and takes a room close to where Janet teaches.  I don't think I have succeeded in making Crystal a believable love interest for Janet, but that's just too bad: Crystal and Janet will be a couple for the long term.

I've had a pretty eventful summer as well.

It started with Google and Facebook flooding me with ads for dresses, just because I happened to see a dress being modeled by a girl that looked attractive.  This model was everywhere I looked, sometimes with her eyes cropped out, often with only her mouth and below showing.  I started collecting pictures of the dresses she modeled, even though I could never dream of pulling off wearing one of them.  She was a classic summer model type: deep tan, bright red lipstick, big curves, lovely classic legs, narrow waist, long bleached blonde hair, beautiful hazel eyes (I managed to find a photo or two with her eyes in them).

I want to say that I stopped short of actually obsessing about her, especially because that wasp-waisted, heavy-breasted girl is not the type I go for.  (I prefer girls who look like serious competition swimmers, for instance.)  But this woman's face continued to haunt me.

Finally discovered that her name was Renee Somerfield, so I can relax now.  Somehow the magic is gone, but she seems interesting, at least in the few interviews I have seen on YouTube since I learned her name.  Australian models are interesting at least because of their accents; I love to watch Miranda Kerr on YouTube, with her sly humor.

So that was pretty exciting while I was still looking for a name to go with the face of Renee Somerfield.  She looks fabulous in dresses, but a little too 'Swimsuit Model' stereotypical in a swimsuit.  Stick to dresses, Renee, and who knows: I might buy one of those!!

Kay