Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 18 November 2018
There is a gecko that lives somewhere on the south side of my balcony. It must hibernate over winter. Come October November evenings I can hear it start to make the little series of chk chk chk chk sounds that are so reminiscent of warm happy times. It still amazes me that the gecko comes very year twelve floors up to my highrise home.
Another favourite sign of summer is the appearance of great quantities of mangoes at the local shops – flavour, fragrance and texture are all summer.
Here is a selfie of some new lingerie. It has a soft pink fabric and is called Ballet Slipper…
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 5 September 2017
Friends I have been up to other things, and so I have not been posting anything, not for most of August. But I did not forget, I thought about posting and I planned to post things. Here are a few selfies from August to show this was the case. These all seem to involve either no clothes or very few clothes. All taken in the apartment as well.
These ones were taken in the apartment at the threshold of the bedroom door looking in.
This one was taken at the end of a very productive day. Living proof I am more productive without clothing than I am with clothing on.
This photo was taken while I was using the phone because the red made it a celebration even though it was an ordinary day!
OK. That’s it for selfies for the moment. More catching up to do though, so more posts to follow over the next couple of days.
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Friday 21 July 2017
There is a lovely mature escort in Sydney by the name of Karen Thompson who posts her photos in a really nice way, also quite clever I think. She pairs a black and white image and a colour version of the same image side by side.
That way of pairing the images seems to make me look more closely and for a longer time. My mind wants to search over the images to see what slight differences there might be between them. It ‘s a strong perceptual urge to compare and contrast. I think that means I look at the image longer and come to see how nice it really is. Comparing and contrasting improve my perception.
When I want to give a gift for a new baby the gift is always the same one. It’s a black and white mobile made from stiff cardboard printed with bold patterns all black and white. It costs I think about $10 or $15. Many women report back that the black and white mobile was the first thing their baby ever focused on. Apparently its good science that infants see contrasts long before they see anything else, including colour.
So here is a compare and contrast exercise for you which is also a complimentary reference to Karen Thompson’s clever technique. I made this up yesterday when I was getting my winter gear on. As I am a little heavier at the moment so it seems the cleavage is more extravagant. It is possible the infant would have noticed this sort of thing before the contrasting black and white mobile.
I hope this worked for you 🙂
Your glamorous aunt
MG xx
accompanied by her cleavage
and a theory of aesthetic perception
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 8 July 2017
It’s a another beautiful morning, pale blue sky no cloud, and here I am tapping away before heading off to the gym. I want to post some selfies that I took yesterday (and posted twitter) to make up, in part at least, for the recent photo drought.
These are all taken at Rushcutter’s Bay down by the water with the CYCA yachts behind. Most photos taken down there get a sun flash in them. Maybe it’s caused by the steep angle at which the sun shines at some times during the day over the nearby point of Elizabeth Bay.
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Thursday 25 May 2017
I have been focused on various adventures this week and I did not make time to shop for the usual provisions. So the night before last, together with the intrepid team working here on the current project, we dropped down out of the highrise tower to have some Italian food for dinner at a little place on Victoria Street. Usually I would go to my favourite Japanese dumplings place on Bayswater Road, but not this time for a change. It was a lovely evening to eat outside, a tiny place with one attentive Italian waiter ( who was even more than usually Italian :-)). Everything is made on site: the pasta, the bread, the tiramisu.
I was pretty tired on the way down when I made it to the lift, but I wasn’t so so tired I couldn’t manage a flash 🙂 (a bit of Helen Mirren there with my leather jacket – though she wears her leather jacket over ball gowns and such :-)):
MG with the Helen Mirren look for a flash in the lift
After dinner we all came back up and snuggled down to watch from the beginning the Netflix series Sense8, starting over with the first series. The second series has just been released, so good to be reminded where we are up to in the drama and how we got there, before we start the new second series.
This is probably a good moment to confess: I have never owned a television. I cannot stand television on the whole. Some exceptions. I eased myself into Netflix and itunes a few years ago. And even though I still don’t watch often (every few weeks? or once a month?), I enjoy a lot more film and television than I ever have. I have even seen Star Wars! The only other person I know who had the “no Star Wars” status was a girlfriend I worked with, from Paris. In her case though, I think it was a matter of national cultural pride :-). For me perhaps I was also being a snob about it. The Star Wars machine was so commercial, so much mass marketing and merchandising, it just didn’t sound like me, or my kind of thing.
But I do love good action film: swords and explosions 🙂 spies, high crime, suspense.
I also lovey arty clever films, and overt the top camp films.
And I love fine actors and actresses.
I also like really smart erotica.
For goodness sake Sense8 has all of these things!
Sense8 is created by the brilliant creators of The Matrix. The Wachowskis.
One of my f_a_v_o_u_r_i_t_e scenes in Sense8 series 1, is this one, involving among other things, the rocket launcher.
The scene includes the two characters I warm to the most: the handsome young German gangster Wolfgang, torn up by the burdens of his father’s criminal past, and the equally handsome star of Mexican daytime soap, Lito, who is in part wise, high camp and skilled at working human nature. Both are in the circle of the mysterious Sense8 – they can sense each other’s being across time and space, and slip across into each other’s bodies and the critical moments of each other’s lives. Lito in Mexico City, has somehow become “present” in an intense brutal drama that Wolfgang is suffering in Berlin.
Here is the youtube full clip.
It was all Netflix and warmth 🙂 over here. All highly recommended.
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 22 April 2017
There was a comment made recently, that I cannot find now (but will find no doubt as soon as I have posted this!), in which the gentleman said he preferred white lingerie to black.
This morning I was looking through old folders on the computer. I was looking for particular copies of photos by a Japanese photographer Akira Sato – which I also did not find. As it happened however, I came across an old photo set which includes white lingerie (and silver stilettos).
These photos were taken in January 2014 (around the same time my Vitamin D tan photos were taken), so that’s three years ago. For the record I have also included here a copy of one of the photos by Akira Sato that I did find on my computer.
And also included, the fabulously gratuitous silver stilettos:
This is the Akira Sato photograph I found in my files. It may not be to everyone’s personal erotic taste. Even so it’s a very dramatic composition I think, with the full body yakuza tattoo, the hard bare surface and the ambiguous surrender of the girl. Included here for intrigue.
Signing off for this Saturday afternoon my friends,
I am going swimming later and must first get a half an hour’s sleep if I can as it was a late night last night…
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Friday 17 March 2017
Today is Saint Patrick’s Day. A great day for the heathen.
And it’s also time for a Friday friendly which is a selfie of me ( in friendly get up :-)) for getting around the house.
Your glamorous aunt thinks it’s not necessary for any of you to dwell too much on the catholic aspect of Saint Patrick and Saint Patrick’s day (in case it brings back disturbing memories of the Irish nuns at school – and such).
There are two exceptions, both of which are entirely pagan: (a) Saint Patrick was a demon with snakes (! yes you heard it here first) so anything to do with snakes is OK; and (b) the Chicago River would not run green but for the Saint’s Day, so all forms of river worship at this time are also totally OK.
Just so you know, xxx
Your friendly Friday operation now signing off, sweet dreams to you all
Letters from America These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
In any given shopfront strip you will likely see one of those shops with crystals in the window and delicate weavings hanging all around. And the crystals of various kinds and shapes are displayed with a little card explaining what they will do for you (fix your love life, fix your gout, and so on). Well I could definitely have done with one of those cures over the last few days. In the absence of some crystal magic I had Codral which worked on the symptoms but not on the problem – I am at one with the holistic types on the relative futility of that.
There are other strands to modern “herbal” healing too: including aromatherapy and colour therapy. I do have one of those oil burners which I try to use to give the apartment a nice background scent, if it’s done well then the scent is virtually undetectable. I have two scented oils: mandarin and ylang ylang (which is an earthy kind of floral). I have given up using the ylang ylang because I spilt some in the bedroom not so long ago and it had such a gruesome half life, it has permanently worn out its’ welcome. The mandarin is less well known territory. Colour therapy really I don’t know about though I think it’s well intentioned it is seriously dotty having to do with spectrum colours and chakras (of which there are seven I think). You know chakras they are the energy points that go down the front of the body starting at the top of the head and they hail from the yoga tradition.
So I was contacted by a gentleman who was here in Sydney on a very short trip from London, and as there no other time to meet I agreed yes, Sunday evening was good, thinking at the time that my flu thing would be improved by then.
So I decided to apply some of my own alternative health care to shore up the plan. I put the mandarin oil into the burner even though I didn’t know what its therapeutic effect might be, I thought citrus had to be good for liveliness. It seemed to be OK but I the sinuses were unreliable. So I had the aromatherapy covered.
If there was one thing my intuition firmly fixed on in the herbal alternative armory, it was red. Red had to be good for energy and vitality. I had to have red. I have red lingerie which I rarely wear, and no red clothes at all. So bra and undies it was.
And here it is, another selfie, this one with red to advance the holistic agenda :
Well I had in mind another kind of red too which the healthy alternative types wouldn’t be into at all. My favourite cocktail drink, which the English visitor agreed to share with me (and he liked it and was not just being a good sport):
In the back of my mind was the idea that a tall Campari on ice with soda and half a fresh squeezed orange, would make me feel fantastic.
Like this! (even):
That is the divine Penelope Cruz posing for the month of July in the 2013 Campari calendar.
The very apt theme of the calendar for 2013 was, ‘Kiss Superstition Goodbye’. But the images in the calendar involved traditional symbols of superstition such as ravens, broken mirrors, cracks in the pavement. Not a crystal or homeopathic remedy to be seen.
The flu did not go away but the Campari and soda made it _feel_ a lot better.
