My friend Derrick D has a new iPhone.  I’m no technophile; he claims his new phone has allowed him to take some great photos.  I think his keen eye has a lot to do with it.

Derrick D is one of my closest friends.  I’m going to miss him a lot when I move.  We’ve thus far bonded in person.  We met and immediately hit it off.  Then we began hanging out a lot.  I’d make dinner; he’d bring wine.  We’d talk and talk and talk.  We’d pick up on guys.  Well, we’d try.

Recently, DD and the Viking met.  DD volunteered to take the Viking shopping for “nice” clothes.  I know little about men’s clothes; I know what I like to look at, but not why it looks good.  Derrick, on the other hand, knows his stuff, being a fabulous gay and all.

When we met we had both recently come out of long term relationships and were in the throes of singledom.  So lots of talk about sex including our latest conquests.  Talk of penises and mouths and butts.

So when Derrick showed me pictures of flowers he’d taken with his new phone I couldn’t help but think of dirty body parts.  Well, not dirty, but sexy.  Of course I’m not the first one to see it; everyone thought that’s what Georgia O’Keefe painted, but throughout herprofessional life  she claimed she just painted flowers, not pussies.

This first one looks like a lovely butt hole, doesn’t it?  These two flowers look like a set of boobies.  And lest you, dear readers think I’ve forgotten about pussies, doesn’t this rose look the pretty, delicate, intricate folds of voluminous labia?

DD takes some very pretty photos.  There are more I’ll be showing off.

I swear.  True story.

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