No one’s frightened of playing it
Everyone’s saying it
Flowing more freely than wine
All through the day I me mine –“I Me Mine”, The Beatles
I’m adding a new quilt to the NSFW gallery. I’m calling it “Selfie” because, welp, obviously it’s a selfie taken by some anonymous stranger out there and posted to the internet. Just to make this clear–these are not my tits.
It’s pretty big as far as my porn quilts go at 36″ across. I’m particularly fond of the three dimensional modeling I was able to achieve around her nipples.
You can take a gander at the Wikipedia entry for “selfie” if you don’t know what it is or are curious as to what Wikipedia has to say about it. But you probably are familiar with the act, if not the name. You probably have a bunch of them on your phone right now.
The act of taking a selfie fascinates me. Naked selfies and particularly naked selfies during or after sex are even more fascinating to me. I can’t really explain why. I am fascinated by the decision making process behind taking the naked selfie, as well as the actual digital artifact left by that decision and how and why and when that artifact is shared.
To me, however, clothed selfies are nearly as fascinating as the naked ones. This Thai woman has reportedly posted 12,000 selfies on her Instagram account. According to Urban Dictionary this must mean that she has no friends and practices extreme narcissism.
I think this article in the Atlantic is closer to a more apt description of the machinations behind the act of taking a selfie. The article points out that the selfie is not just simply a self portrait. According to Oxford Dictionaries a selfie is usually “taken with a smartphone or webcam and uploaded to a social media website.” It has a specific story to tell to a specialized and chosen audience on social media. It is a story whose sole purpose is to find validation. Maybe that explains the porn selfie phenomenon–the desire for validation and admiration.