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coffee-clubbers: “What is light, where is laughter?” Summer is leaving me. The days are shorter and colder, and sunlight is hard to come by. Living in New England sure has its drawbacks; I miss the endless warmth of Texas and I can’t wait to go
coffee-clubbers: Hello Sweet J, I didn’t get much of a chance to shoot for this theme, but I wanted to create an image just for you. As you know, I love to play with light in my photography. I originally took a lovely photo of me sitting in my window,
coffee-clubbers: Hot Diggity J, Congratulations on being in the CC hot seat. I love your theme for this week, it’s definitely something that I’m trying to absorb into my being. I think there’s something sacred about Morning Light. With a laser-like
coffee-clubbers: Fuck your standards, fuck your limits and your ideals and the box you think I should fit in. Fuck you, Anxiety and Depression, for thinking you could be my ball and chain. Fuck you for not supporting my lifestyIe. Fuck everyone right
coffee-clubbers: I’m a recent follower so I hope I didn’t miss the cutoff for your submission theme! For the past few years, baking has been something that I turn to when I’m really feeling stressed. Recently life has been tough, so baking cookies
coffee-clubbers: Hi everyone! So, this is my first sub to this blog. I mimicked this piece I recently saw that was a self-portrait photograph by Christian Hopkins. He did a whole range of photos expressing his coping with depression. In the photo I
coffee-clubbers: Be the Art! What a wonderful theme. I am constantly fascinated by the way light creates sculpture out of, well, everything. And in my view no one portrayed that better than French photographer Lucien Clergue. His nude photography is
coffee-clubbers: Empty faces and lost causes- You can be my shining light In the wasteland of my soul. Hold me closer, suffocate me. Breathe for me. Beat through me. What is fire without sand, What is blood without water? You will carry me until the
coffee-clubbers: The Watcher There you go again, Rolling through the motions of your mind. This is your objective observer, The all-seeing and the never-ending. Laughing at your vain attempt to gain control. ————— Turns out sharing
coffee-clubbers: The First Time (part 4) A Serial by Willow Rae The first time I let myself be vulnerable with her, we were lying naked together in bed. She told me I was worthy of love. She told me I didn’t always need to be tough and I shouldn’t
coffee-clubbers: Hello Willow. This is me thinking about a very special weekend I experienced. Here’s my story. Love Robyn xx I’d known Lauren for a couple of months. We’d met at a yoga class and struck up a friendship within the first hour. It
coffee-clubbers: The First Time (part 3) A Serial by Willow Rae The first time we kissed, we fucked in my passenger’s seat and she ripped my black tights. She ran inside her house with her pants undone and took me to bed. Naturally, we fucked all the
coffee-clubbers: She isn’t there, so how does she manage to fill the air… I mean, that’s not how it’s supposed to work, right ? Things aren’t there, so they aren’t. That sounds logical enough, scientific even. Occam’s razor, all that stuff.
coffee-clubbers: Sass and CC, I apologize for this not really fitting the theme, but I had to break out my fur for the holidays. I am so thankful for this community and those in it. Perhaps I look graceful. Who knows. Love, photographicpornography
coffee-clubbers: Growing up in the Protestant church, I have heard many a sermon of God’s grace and how horrible I am and I don’t deserve God’s grace, blah blah blah. It wasn’t until I was older that I because familiar with the other definition
coffee-clubbers: Hey MoT, I have had quite the whirlwind couple of months. Lots of stress and anxiety producing bullshit has been happening and along with the holidays, I had to make the choice to go back on psychiatric meds. It was a hard choice. I
coffee-clubbers: Hello Dearest MOT. I sometimes think that we are offered so many choices in the modern world that we actually have few choices at all. The hundreds of channels on TV, the choices and pitfalls of social media and the seeming overload
coffee-clubbers: Dearest MOT, Choices. Not a tough choice. Dress up, dress down, boobs out, boobs peeking. ;) Love, photographicpornography I love multiple image submissions, and this one is so cute! I have always loved your hair and tattoos, which look
coffee-clubbers: I catch his eye through the glass, and I can tell how desperate he is to join us. His collar is leashed to the bed frame and he has just enough slack to peer through the door and watch as my man pleasures me. The moans echo in the shower
coffee-clubbers: I, photographicpornography, your host, took this last night of him. I framed this through the outside window, in the cold, peering in. He laid in bed, thinking of dirty things, touching himself as I curiously watched….
coffee-clubbers: I meant to submit this yesterday, but the internet was down all day. I hope it’s not too late. I’ve had many arguments with lovers over how much is really visible from my windows (and honestly, you can’t see much during the day).
coffee-clubbers: Dear PP, as a voyeur you usually have only one vantage point. So your point of view can be quite limiting and you don’t have the luck to see everything. That is where your imagination kicks in and that is why I chose this image instead
coffee-clubbers: I’ve been waiting for a chance to post this photo! Showers have always been a bit of a taboo for me. I’ve always loved the peace that a bath or shower can provide. Taking time to take care of your body and getting lost in your own
coffee-clubbers: My last submission/post of my work on here, through a window, whilst I play ;) Feel free to keep submissions coming, I’ll catch up in the am!
coffee-clubbers: Dearest Photographic Pornography, I’ve always being fascinated with the concept of voyeurism. Mainly because, in my opinion, it goes perfectly together with the exhibitionist within me. Just having someone living my life vicariously
coffee-clubbers: This year has been about forgiveness, growth, and taking chances for me. Forgiving myself for my past mistakes and leaving them in the past. Forgiving people in my life who have apologized and taken steps to improve our relationships.
coffee-clubbers: Hello my sweet Willow! I don’t know about you, but to me, 2015 went by way too quickly. I feel as though I didn’t accomplish much, but that isn’t necessarily true. I took a huge step forward in my life by moving in with Andrew.
coffee-clubbers: Taking photographs in new spaces is my favorite hobby. It’s been really fun exploring this space. Here I have rested, reflected and grown in more ways than one. And while the lighting never fails, I can’t wait to get on to the next
coffee-clubbers: I don’t make new year’s resolutions. I don’t believe in having one day to decide what changes need making. But I do set goals, and continuously reevaluate those goals. One of my longest running goals has been to love myself. All
coffee-clubbers: Hi Lovely Willow. If it makes any sense, I have resolved this year not to make any resolutions. Last year I made several and than stuff happened - good and bad. John Lennon said that life is what happens when you are busy making other
coffee-clubbers: Dearest Willow, I’m not quite sure what 2016 will bring. Will I succeed with my exams and papers for the bachelor degree? What countries will I visit? Will it be India, Thailand or Tanzania? Will I stay healthy or will the thrombose
coffee-clubbers: “My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?” - Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell This book is quickly becoming my all-time favorite. I was in the middle of it when
coffee-clubbers: Hi, this picture can call up all kinds of emotions to me. For myself, at present, it is mainly the fact that I’ve ever felt better mentally, by all kinds of personal circumstances. What can help me here is expose me, literally, I think
coffee-clubbers: “Sink in the ebb and flow, drift with the ebb and flow” - The Contortionist I can’t calm down or stop to breathe, but all I want to do is be still and listen to the world around me. As soon as I can I’m gonna take the opportunity
coffee-clubbers: Music is my life. My life is music I’ve been playing for 18 years now and she has never left my side. We have our ups and downs. Sometimes we fight, but I can always rely on her. Only when I was so down that even she could not get
coffee-clubbers: Dear N&M. The light only shines through my window like this very early in the morning so I was rather sleepy as I tried to set this up! I learned to read music during many, many piano lessons as a child. With a very large amount
coffee-clubbers: Dancing naked in my apartment to awesome, groovy soul is a thrill every time … but chosing the right songs before remains a challenge ;-) Cheers Kurt there is something so freeing about dancing naked! thanks for capturing this moment,
coffee-clubbers: “I am writing graffiti on your body I am drawing the story of how hard we tried I am watching your chest rise and fall like the tides of my life, and the rest of it all and your bones have been my bed frame and your flesh has been
coffee-clubbers: When the spirit of the music catches me, I want to let it take me away. I retreat to this state when I listen to something raw, brutally honest and emotional. i completely understand what you’re talking about; listening to music
coffee-clubbers: I bought this ukulele back in 2011 and, slowly, I taught myself how to play it. Since then, I’ve played it around a bonfire in California, riding down the Mekong river in a slowboat, on an olive farm in Italy, on a balcony overlooking
coffee-clubbers: Dear Abi,right now I’m preparing myself for my last exam until I receive my bachelor degree. So I normally start my day just like this. The little critter enjoys his entertainment program on the windowsill and observes dogs and birds
coffee-clubbers: Hello Abi. I suffer the appalling vanity of not being able to pass a mirror. If there’s one there I’ll look in it. Am I looking for a glimpse of reality? Of course not. I’m looking for those imperfections and perceived imperfections
coffee-clubbers: So there it is, the closest view of my sweet reality. This is the place I feel most at home, just there, my skin as the only membrane warming my heart and thoughts. Just by myself, nothing and nobody’s here to make me feel vulnerable.
coffee-clubbers: I work 8+ hours a day, 6 days a week, and most of my time off I spend catching up on sleep or reading. I finally took a day to go exploring one of my favorite nature spots in Austin. When I got to a secluded part of the creek that runs
coffee-clubbers: I lost my mojo..It slipped away bit by bit without me even noticing. He took it and I didn’t even realize how much magic of me I had lost. I am finding it again, bit by bit I’ll have my old mojo back. Hi, I hope your mojo returns
coffee-clubbers: dear mr. mojo, I honestly had to look up the definition of mojo to even get an inkling of what it really meant. the definition I read was: - a magic charm, talisman or spell - magic power I believe my magic power lies in my smile or
coffee-clubbers: I had a friend who wouldn’t greet us with “How do you do ?”. Instead she’d ask “Do you create ?”. There’s no social lie for it : you do or you don’t. To us that was a deep question, going far further than a simple question
coffee-clubbers: Hey folks ! Found the Club and I really love the submissions of all the creative cool people. I think creativity has to be present in every stage of our lives. I went to the beach last month, and stayed in this simple house. Arround
coffee-clubbers: Love is when you give everything away and still end up with more. I might have read it somewhere, or it just seemed obvious when I thought about her. I gave myself away, offered everything I had, everything I was, and not only did she
coffee-clubbers: I thought a lot about love and what i love. Family, friends, music, books, the smell after the rain, the smell of freshly mowed grass, drawing, christmas time, the snow in winter, the warm sun in spring and summer, the little bear
coffee-clubbers: Hi Sweet PLS, This week has left me feeling a bit broken. As a queer person, the shooting in Orlando hit me harder than any other mass shooting has in the past. I’ve had to hide my sexuality from my family and I’ve been openly judged
