Lotus Eating

Yeah, I know it’s been a while since I’ve updated.

[Insert typical blogger excuse about buying too busy here.]

As it happens, Mrs. Edge and I have been taking a chastity break for the summer. A few minor injuries have kept me from hitting the weights for a while, but I’ve gotten a little more seriously into bicycling. I spent much of my summer modernizing an old aluminum frame touring bike, so between that and my old hybrid mongrel I’ve been racking up the miles. I’m pretty sure that the combination of the cycling plus some low carb eating has finally allowed me to break through that weight loss plateau where I’d been stuck for the last year. I’m now well into the next smaller waist size, and all of my suits and dress pants will quite literally fall off of me if I don’t cinch up my belt – which looks stupid, so now I need some new clothes. Even my shirts are too roomy, and I’m fitting into sport jackets that I haven’t worn in years. And jeans? I can wear a size 34 without creating a muffin top. I’m still too embarrassed to get some of those tight spandex biking shorts, but I have been wearing those snug tank tops when I go out. I’ve been remiss at supplying HNT pics, so here’s one that I just ook today.

A side note: my friends are very obviously envious, but not enough to actually do anything about it.

Anyway, the point that I was going to make was that even though over the years I’ve declared that you can cycle with a device, I’ve discovered that there are some limits. My mongrel bike has a split saddle which can accommodate the CB3000, but the road bike requires a more aggressive, hunched-over posture, and I have not found a comfortable saddle. The split ones tend to put you in a more upright position, but nothing is going to make that hard cuff ring comfortable on a road saddle. And since I’ve already spent enough money on replacement parts, I’ll have to wait until next year before I look at other saddle options. So, until bike season is done, my equipment is swinging free.

Let’s see, what else has kept me busy this summer? We’ve had a few family trips, most of them in places with no internet. I managed to survive with limited 3G access, and a Nook Color (birthday present). I’ve built up a couple of computers with Linux Mint, and I’m now experimenting with making a bootable SD card to turn my Nook into an Android pad. Went to a comic/anime convention — in costume. And yes, it was a kick-ass costume, and I got quite a few comments, and won a few rounds of a cosplay deathmatch. My daughter’s friends are now in awe of me as being the coolest dad ever. Oh, and I’ve been doing a lot of reading.

No, not ebooks. I’ve been reading blogs and forums, some of the older ones, and some newer ones, and I’m pleased to see that the discussions about the open-mindedness of the BDSM crowd, the nature of femdom, and the devaluation of “submissiveness” are still going on. In fact, I’ve been quite surprised – pleasantly – at the range of ideas that I’ve seen over the last few months. I think that this is important; BDSM is — in some ways — in a similar position to that of homosexuality 30 or 40 years ago. People acknowledged it existed, but it was something not really discussed in polite company, unless to make some kind of joke or disparaging comment. This is why I find it so ironic (and frankly, not a little disturbing) that within the kink community, “submissive” is perceived as a feminine trait.

Anyway.

As I’ve been watching the web boards and reading the stories of self-identified submissive men who have felt belittled or who have been dissed by their local kink community, I was reminded of something from when I was younger, back when I knew that I was kinky, but before I had learned much about it.

I was about 20, was with my girlfriend and a group of other friends from college (we were probably a little buzzed, as was the custom at the time) and wanted to see a funny movie. We ended up at Revenge of the Pink Panther; this was in the days when if you wanted to see a movie, then you actually had to go to them. I don’t remember all that much about the movie itself, until we got to the last few minutes of the film.

Tanya, the Lotus Eater
(Sorry, WordPress isn’t allowing me to embed this video. )

For those who can’t watch this, here’s the setup: Inspector Clouseau has been away for some time, and Kato has turned his apartment into a brothel. Clouseau shows up wearing the remnants of some kind of disguise, and the Madame, not knowing that he owns the apartment, welcomes him in. She explains that he can take some time to get to know the girls, and to let her know if he has any particular requests. She removes his overcoat, and sees that he’s wearing a woman’s dress.

“Ah, but I see that you already have a preference,” she says.  She rings a gong, and says “Allow me to introduce Tanya, the Lotus Eater.” Tanya, played by bit-part actress Valerie Leon, enters in a low-cut, leather catsuit. Hilarity ensues.

That’s what I remember about the movie. What I also remember is wondering why transvestism was coupled with S&M; to me, they were completely separate kinks. And after that, I began to notice how often S&M – specifically, the submissive  male part – was linked to feminine traits. That was 30 years ago, and frankly, I haven’t seen things improve much over the years. So, when we’re all wondering why the BDSM “community” has this weird concept about submissive guys, I suspect that it’s because for an entire generation we’ve never seen anyone acting any differently.

I’ll Tumbl for you

Having grown up well before the internet, I often wonder on how the hell any of us ever managed to look at porn back in those days. I mean, there always used to be some around; the older brother of a friend who left used magazines, a found stash near a playground, or maybe somebody’s father’s supply of Playboy or Penthouse hidden behind the tools in the garage. But the really good stuff was usually hard to come by, and those of us living in small towns often had to make do with the Sears catalogue, newspaper ads, and movie posters.

“Lover, I know we’ve been trying this chastity thing for a couple of months, but I’ve been thinking that it’s just not working for me. All that keeping track of how many days, letting you out when I don’t feel like it, and hearing you whine to be released when you’re feeling horny just isn’t what I expected. So I’ve decided that the only way this can work is for me to be totally, one hundred percent in control. From now on, I will take the keys, and I will decide how long you stay in; and believe me, it’s going to be a long time. We’re going to do this seriously, or not at all.”

This is one of the reasons that I’ve been so fascinated with Tumblr for the last few weeks. I mean, I’d known about the micro-slash-photo blogging-slash-social-networking platform for several years, but as I’ve barely been able to keep up with the current batch of web forums and with writing this blog, I’ve never looked much beyond a few pictures posted by somebody I already know (mainly Thumper, Maymay, and more recently, Dev).

I don’t know when that changed, but not long ago I found that I was spending enough time surfing to warrant actually starting my own, mainly with the idea of re-blogging the cool stuff I’d been looking at. Re-blogging is, of course, a nod to those old days when you passed old magazines along to your friends in exchange for others that they may have found. Even back in the dial-up BBS days, porn somewho found it’s way onto your hard drive, and you were expected to post it on the local BBS in exchange for anything else that you were able to download.

More importantly than the titillation though, is that the Tumblr blogging platform acts alike a tracking database so that one can usually follow the original uploader of the picture so that the credit can go where it would be appropriate. Too often  the proper attributions for interesting photos are lost, but re-blogging allows you to find the person who uploaded a picture and (hopefully) to ask them where it came from, or who the subjects are. Personally, I’m glad to see a mechanism in place to help give credit where it’s due; it’s much too easy for the credits to get lost on photos (and stories, etc.) as they get passed around the web.

All that said, I find that I’m a bit surprised at some of the pictures I’ve been spotting. I mean, I know we all have different tastes, which is fine. But my complaint about the number of pictures in certain generes echoes my thoughts on video porn. For example, what is the fascination with “money shots”, that is, pictures of women who have just had semen sprayed all over their face, chest, or other areas? I mean, damn — I know that when I’m pumping away and I’m about to have a massive orgasm, the last thing I want to do is to pull out and let loose with my hand. I don’t like that type of shot in videos, and I’m not crazy about it in stills, either.

"Now, really honey, look at it my way: for the last few years you've spent well over a thousand dollars on viagra so you could be ready for sex when *you* wanted. This year, I'm spending less than two hundred dollars so you can be ready for sex whenever *I* want."

And here’s something that I’m noticing lately that I don’t think I’ve run across before: what’s the deal with all the pictures  of men and women peeing on each other? I know, it’s my own squick, but, much like the facials mentioned above, I find the practice to be a bit degrading. Or maybe that’s just the point, and I’m not wired in a way that allows me to understand  it.

Anyway, I’m sure it won’t surprise anybody that I’ve been liking and reblogging a fairly decent variety of pictures. As I go back and look at them, it’s interesting to note what it says about my taste in what I perceive as erotic. I have some very curvy women, but I also have some muscular, athletic women. There’s a handful of pics of women wearing items in my two favorite colors: tight and shiny. There’s a smattering of cheesecake, including some scans of vintage magazine pinups. There are soem pictures with a femdommish air.  And there’s a few odd pictures of (what I find to be) attractive women of a (very wide!) variety of ages in various states of dress.

“Yeah, I know that idiot Tom Allen writes that nobody is forcing you to wear a chastity device, and that any man who wants out can just force his partner to give him the key. So, I’m telling you right now, honey: any time you want out, you just force me to give you the key, all right?”

Now, you might suspect that I’d have some pictures suggestive of enforced male chastity… and you would be correct. Since the search term “chastity captions” brings a lot of readers to Edge of Vanilla, I figured that it’s something that a lot of people might be interested in seeing, so I have a number of vaguely erotic pictures that I’ve captioned in the comment section (thereby still keeping the original picture traceability).

So, if you’ve read this far, you’re probably wondering how to find this stuff.  Since I’m not very original, my photo blog is called:
The Edgier Vanilla

If you are looking specifically for chastity-related pictures, you can skip the dull, boring shots of curvy women in spandex and look for the photo tags like : chastity or denial. Other tags that might excite your interest are curvy, mature, muscle, or shiny. And yeah, there’s other stuff, too, so feel free to poke around.

HNT: Spring Training

Seriously, Tom? Not just weeks, but months without an HNT post? Isn’t there any love for the women and men (all 19 of them) who want to see graying chest hair?

 

 

I know it’s still a few more weeks until spring is officially here, but I’m trying to get an early start. I’ve been low-carbing it all winter, and I’ve already shed the 5 lbs that I picked up during the winter holidays (and am thankful it wasn’t more). Now I’m kicking up my weight training program from “leisurely” to “stop slacking”.

I’m telling you , 6-pack abs for the summer – that’s my goal.  Summer will be here before you know it, and I want to look good in those tight spandex bike shorts so I don’t embarrass Mrs. Edge.

HNT: Sunburn

Okay, okay; I’m sorry that I missed last week’s HNT.  I just didn’t have anything new,  and I was tired of posting pics of me in my biking gear.

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The Edge family took a rare day off last weekend and we went to the beach.  I haven’t been to the ocean in a couple of years,  even though we live a half hour from several state beach parks.  All work and no play, I guess.

Anyway,  for those of you who don’t get to the beach very often,  here’s a reminder why you need sunscreen,  even on a cloudy day.

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Hey, don’t just stand there; how about rubbing a little aloe on the sensitive spots? And afterwards, may even running a little on the sunburn, too.


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HNT: New Shorts

Yeah, some of the few remaining readers I have wondered why I missed last week’s HNT. Sorry, I was on a family vacation (actually, it was an in-law family vacation – take that for what it’s worth). And while I had just gotten my new Android phone, I hadn’t quite figured out how to use all the features. Turns out that WordPress has an Android app, so I could have taken a nice shot and blogged it right from my phone, instead of trying to find a quiet corner with my laptop. Not that there were any quiet corners last week, what with the driving here and there, picking up last minute items for the wedding, and dodging all of the other in-laws that came into town for the occasion.

I’m still a bit upset that I actually gained a couple of pounds on vacation, but I’m not totally surprised. My in-laws don’t eat the same way that I do, and I’m sure they were only being hospitable when they stocked up on cookies, cakes, chips, etc. However, we were able to mitigate some of that; Mrs. Edge and I went to the store and bought a lot of healthier food, and one of their friends loaned me a mountain bike for the week. I rode about 50 or 60 miles during that time, and managed to get in some exercising at the hotel, so I guess things could have been worse. But for those of you who are interested, here I am, just before  leaving the hotel to bike 20 miles around the corn and soybean fields of Illinois.

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So, anyway, here’s yet another shot of me in what promises to be a season-long series of exercise related photos. Oh, and since the shorts from last time were practically falling off of my ass, I had to go out and buy some smaller ones. This is me in a size 34, for the first time in <mumblety mumble> years.  No Photoshop needed, either!


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HNT: Mirrored

I’m officially on vacation, and while some people use this as a time of ease, if not downright bacchanalian hedonism, I’ve actually kicked my exercise levels up a notch. This is because the scale keeps pointing to lower, and more encouraging numbers. Besides, I’m going to a family wedding, and I need to drop a couple of more pounds because I know I’m going to eat not-on-the-diet things for several days straight.

Anyway, if you can stand yet another shot of me with an exercise theme, this is me after pumping iron for 45 minutes, and then taking a 10 mile bike ride. I’ve literally just walked in the door, which is why I appear to be glistening; that’s not oil, it’s the sweat dripping off of me in the 90º weather.

Yeah, just for the hell of it, I biked shirtless to get some sun. I hope none of the neighborhood women minded.


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HNT: Expendable

I always worry whenever I put on a red shirt.

When I’m wearing a red shirt, I have a constant fear that some alien force will vaporize me, or that a transporter malfunction will scramble my organs.  I mean, we all know what happens to the red shirt guys, right?

Anyway, I think all this biking lately is helping. I’m down 5 pounds in the last month.


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HNT: Orange

Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Apple.
Apple who?

Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Apple.
Apple who?

Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Apple.
Apple who?

Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Orange.
Orange who?
Orange you glad I didn’t say “apple” again?

For some reason my nieces never got tired of that game. Hopefully, you’re not tired of my total lack of content.

For the last few weeks, I’ve stepped up my exercising. On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings, I’ve been getting up at the crack of dawn (no, seriously) to pump iron. And on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday mornings I’ve been biking five to ten miles for some cardio exercise. This has cut into my blogging time. Unfortunately, it hasn’t cut into my weight as much as I’d hoped, but it is coming down a little bit. I’m also going to change up the Protein/Fats/Carbs mix to see if that helps.

Anyway, I hope you’re also not tired of me posting pictures of me on my Thursday morning rides.


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HNT: Saddle Up

“Hey, Tom, is that you?”

The car had pulled over across the road from me just as I was snapping the picture. Damn, I thought, I’m busted. I turned around.

“Hey, Ray – haven’t seen you in a while. How’ve you been?”

“Good. You’re looking good, dude. Hey, I saw on Facebook that your birthday was last week. Are you really 52?”

“Yeah, don’t remind me. “

“Man, I hope I look that good when I’m old.”

Old? Old? I’m sure the young little bastard meant it in a nice way.

“So, what are you doing?”

“I usually work out every other day,” I told him. “I thought for a change, I’d try doing bike sprints on the off days, since I’m still not losing any weight.”

He laughed. “You’re crazy, man. It’s six thirty in the freaking morning.”

“Yeah, tell me about it. I usually work out Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I’ve been trying to get the cardio in on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but after work, I’m usually too tired, or it’s too late, or I have to go to some meeting, or I have to cook dinner. So I figured I’d try biking first thing in the morning, since I’m already used to getting up.”

He put the car back in gear. “Well, good luck with that, man,” he called as he drove off. “See you at the club sometime.”

I finished snapping a couple of pics for my HNT, and pedaled my ass back home.


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HNT: Working it out

I haven’t posted any HNTs in a while. This is partly because I haven’t given them much thought — I’ve been busy at work lately — and partly because, despite the number of posts I make about attractive plus-sized women, I’ve been disappointed that I haven’t slimmed down more than I had anticipated this past year.

I had a couple of set-backs over the winter because I injured myself (twice!) doing workouts that were maybe a bit too advanced. As a result, I hardly touched the weights from January until March, which is one of the worst times of the year at my house because of all the holiday baking and cooking. I actually gained ten pounds over the winter, and became quite annoyed with myself, especially since I still log what I eat, and I monitor my fats, proteins, and carbs.

But I’m back into the groove again; I’ve been biking since the weather warmed up, and Mrs. Edge even bought me a new piece of exercise equipment for my birthday. I’ve replaced some of the fat with muscle, and my clothes are fitting better.

And really, why should I deprive you, my dear readers, of what I know you’re here for: pictures of gray chest hair.

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