While this picture is obviously sexual, and meant to produce a sexual response, I can’t help but feel like it’s just a candid of the beginning of her day. It doesn’t feel like she’s trying to be sexy for anyone. She’s just eating cereal, alone, on her counter in the morning. We develop habits, of perching in odd places when we live alone. Places that make us feel like we’re champions of our environment. I remember sitting on my couch feeling like I truly owned my own space for the first time…and how freeing it was.
She looks vaguely surprised. Like everyone and their brother doesn’t come running when they smell a pie coming out of the oven. Pshaw.
Fala sério, não, não consigo nem falar….
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