A Sucker for GPOY
I’ve previously admitted my delight in pictures of the female form. Today I’ll admit another thing that seldom fails to turn me on—though in a different way.
Pictures of you.
I am a complete, utter fool for pictures of you.
Pictures in which you’re looking pretty. Pictures in which you’re a mess. Pictures of your kids. Of your parents, or siblings, or relations. Of your parties. Of your walk to work. Of your craft projects. Or something you cooked, or ordered in a restaurant. Of you with your friends. Of your whatever, really.
They call these GPOY—gratuitous pictures of yourself. To me, there’s nothing gratuitious about them.
I see these little flashes of you and your world as postcards from a different place, a different life. And I really, really love them.
Me too!

