First it was breasts , then penises — now photographer Laura Dodsworth has taken portraits of vulvas. She tells Liv Little why. T owards the end of last year, I published an essay about my vulva — in a book, and then in the Guardian. I felt a deep sense of shame about my body, which over time became crippling. In a book and accompanying film for Channel 4, she tells the stories of women and gender non-conforming people through portraits of their vulvas. One was about female genital mutilation.
Me and my vulva: 100 women reveal all
Me and my vulva: women reveal all | Sex | The Guardian
R 92 min Comedy. Dumped by his girlfriend, a high school grad decides to embark on an overseas adventure in Europe with his friends. R min Action, Drama, Mystery. In where former superheroes exist, the murder of a colleague sends active vigilante Rorschach into his own sprawling investigation, uncovering something that could completely change the course of history as we know it. R min Action, Drama, Sci-Fi. In a future where mutants are nearly extinct, an elderly and weary Logan leads a quiet life. But when Laura, a mutant child pursued by scientists, comes to him for help, he must get her to safety.
She rises from the depths like the Venus of the San Fernando Valley—slicked hair glistening, water dripping from her smiling lipps, dark eyes glittering with libidinal mischief. Then—in a scene that will forever grant an otherwise incomprehensible erotic aura to the Cars—the new-wave chestnut "Moving in Stereo" kicks in as Phoebe Cates begins her slo-mo poolside strut. And boy, do they move in stereo, those pert, secondary sexual characteristics of teenage Phoebe Cates, as—in one breathtaking gesture—she frees her frisky buds from their front-fastening red bikini top to quiver in the balletic perfection of Judge Reinhold's furtive spank dream.
Here, 50 women speak candidly about their first sexting experience, how nudes make them feel, and the unspoken rules. Nudes are not an invention of the digital era — any art museum is proof of that. Neither is dirty talk — just read James Joyce's wildly, er, imaginative letters to his crush. But the Internet sure has encouraged us to take the art of sexting to places our parents could have never imagined.