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My glamorous aunt MG stepping out in Elizabeth Bay, August 2016
MG in sunglasses with someone else’s Italian scooter, August 2016
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Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a ♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Wednesday 6 May 2020
This photo is a bit out of focus and overexposed but your glamorous aunt is doing real yoga. There are some lovely spots just off the highway to Canberra. This is one of them, at a rest area commemorating one of the bravest second war VCs, Diver Derrick VC.
Tree pose Vrksasana – MG in the shadows of the spinney down by a stream
Looking up, arms reaching up
In the Iliad there are one or two passages that changed the way I looked at poplars. Everyone knows I love trees. I already loved poplars. But now I love them even more. I have included one of the passages from Homer, which is about the death of a Trojan named Simoeisios. It follows a standard formula: the fall of the warrior in the battle, his precise wound, the story of his humanity, the metaphor.
There Telamonian Ajax struck down the son of Anthemion Simoeisios in his stripling’s beauty, whom once his mother descending from Ida bore beside the banks of Simoeis when she had followed her father and mother to tend the sheepflocks. Therefore they called him Simoeisios; but he could not render again the care of his dear parents; he was short-lived, beaten down beneath the spear of high-hearted Ajax, who struck him as he first came forward beside the nipple of the right breast, and the bronze spearhead drove clean through the shoulder. He dropped then to the ground in the dust, like some black poplar, which in the land low-lying about a great marsh grows smooth trimmed yet with branches growing at the uttermost tree-top: one whom a man, a maker of chariots, fells with the shining iron, to bend into a wheel for a fine-wrought chariot, and the tree lies hardening by the banks of a river. Such was Anthemion’s son Simoeisios, whom illustrious Ajax killed.
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a ♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Monday 4 May 2020
Thanks so much to all the good souls who have been in touch over the last few weeks, it’s very much appreciated. It’s been an unusual time without all the routine commitments, and also pretty busy here. My construction work has been going along OK. None of the tradesman round my way seem to have been affected by the lockdown. So together we have been making progress on my forever home and I have thus been completely diverted from escort adventures, but it’s all in a good cause.
I was looking into the various online options for staying in touch but none of them really appealed in the end. So I’ve decided to do a “Free Range MG” thing. This means I will keep up with my usual photos (try!) but from now on whenever I do a shoot I will add in a couple more revealing photos for the Free Range MG collection :-). So if you ever feel like extra company just text me and I will send you the latest Free Range MG photo. No charge or anything, just for fun. That way I keep the communications personalised. A general public photo service doesn’t really interest me. If I’d wanted an OnlyFans I would have done one already, regardless of the lockdown.
Here’s a selfie that didn’t make it into the an earlier set of pictures.
Skin selfie
And here’s an update on my status as honorary cygnet auntie. (Poor swans were having to put up with my (almost) daily visits to watch them sitting on the mound nest. I was the embarrassing over eager auntie-to-be :-).) I’m delighted to report we now have seven little ones, and you can see the parents can finally get away from me (it’s a photo from a long way off).
Seven little swans
xx MG
PS Apologies to friends who like to post comments on the Letters from America. I’ve turned the comments facility off. Just text me instead I am always happy to hear from you :-).
It’s suitably intense for so many people’s lives right now.
I am sending you in return Ravel’s Kaddisch sung by the beautiful Frederica Von Stade. I realise it’s actually quite an old recording now, from 1981. There are other recordings by other great singers: Jessye Norman, Cecilia Bartoli, but the von Stade is so lean and spare and penetrating, it is the best I think, the most oriental. She has the touch, not too sentimental or fruity, for the haunting Hebrew song of mourning. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uQFwDgBjpbo
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a ♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Tuesday 7 April 2020
A long overdue thank you to dear Richard L Heart for this lovely lace set, which I think is cobalt blue, but I am happy to be corrected on that (or disciplined lol, as the case may require).
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a ♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Monday 6 April 2020
There were a couple of other photos from the forest adventure, so I am posting them as well. Next we might do flowers in the field, swimming in the river…
Hair flick in the forest, and not a lot else
Looking back
Looking down
Yes, now I can see Norman Lindsay’s forest nudes in these pictures too, thank you Mr Moss for pointing that out 🙂
Norman Lindsay sculpture at Faulconbridge
Also PS I owe an apology to subscribers to the Letters from America. I have had some issues with my MG email account. I hope to sort them soon and get back to emailing again.
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a ♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Saturday 4 April 2020
After a few investigations I am just not convinced any one of the platforms (Onlyfans, Niteflirt, AVN Stars and so on) is compelling – either practically (very clunky, hard to use) or financially (significant percentage payments go to the platforms, while the subscription fees are modest). So bear with me 🙂 while I figure it out. AVN Stars looks the most likely candidate at the moment. Meantime just get in touch on an ad hoc basis if you feel like it.
I hope everything is going as well as it can be for you all. Here’s a photo of me roaming around the forest on the country estate without much clothing.
Nothing much but a creamy coloured shawl and some skin 🙂
Social distancing hasn’t itself been especially hard on me. Staying at home isn’t much of a restriction when home and surrounds are vast enough. And though the terrain is sparsely occupied with humans, there is a lot going on.
Look at this action for instance. After the drought, fires and floods I have nesting black swans, settled in on a huge mound of mud in among the reeds on the creek.
Taken from a fair distance, since she was nervous for sure
Camouflage
And here is a photo taken about a week earlier with the camera and good lense. The he-swan* making it clear humans are not welcome (I have been reminded by infinitely useful Google foo that *cob is the name of the male swan and pen, the female.)
Formidable
What has affected me is all the suffering. I’ve felt very despondent about the likely fate of the people who are already very poor, living in harsh crowded conditions with few basic resources (like available water) in refugee camps and slums around the world. Does anyone else find it very difficult to keep a clear mind in these dark times?
On practicalities, I have been diverted with the effort of planning and constructing my (forever for now) bathroom. Like all these practical things it takes me ages longer and involves way more effort than I ever imagined it would. So this is turning into my medium term lockdown project. I will emerge periodically to be glamorous (albeit in a rustic context for the time being).
xx MG
PS And here’s a recent local sunset photo. Does anyone else see a bit of a William Robinson sky?
Also William Robinson sky:
Dark Tide – which used to be at the Queensland Art Gallery, and which is enormous
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a ♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Tuesday 24 March 2020
I had a very cute photoshoot last week at my girlfriend’s incall just before the whole enterprise radically changed. Here are some official selfies and some behind the scenes shots too.
Official:
Reclining
Also official:
More reclining
Here are the behind the scenes shots with my girlfriend’s dear little calico cat. She’s the cute part of the photoshoot 🙂
Me too, I can reclineNah, I prefer a snuggle
Update on my efforts to get online and down the wire services in place: I am having a lot of difficulty with activation of the Niteflirt account, so I am investigating Onlyfans instead. While I have created an Onlyfans account just fine, I now have to work out how to use it lol. Also the systems for allowing in time payment need some love. My attention is all a bit divided with having to figure out how to make adjustments to the new regime, so please bear with me 🙂 and watch this space
My glamorous aunt MG stepping out in Elizabeth Bay, August 2016
MG in sunglasses with someone else’s Italian scooter, August 2016
