Stop the Bus

So I’d been eyeing up this bus stop for a while – I thought it was the perfect place to get myself a Scavenger Hunt shot. It was on a relatively quiet suburban street with a park behind it and a park across the road from it; it had a lovely image on the side of the bus stop itself (rather than a terrible advertisement); and best of all it was quite near to my counsellor. So I figured on a day when I had the time I could swing past and get myself some pictures.

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Admiring Alligator

Okay, so I have a serious phobia about dinosaurs (and I do mean serious, and I do mean phobia), but I got incredibly excited when I saw that there was a reptile park near where Apollo and I were staying for our sexaversary. Because while dinosaurs may be lizards, lizards these days don’t mean dinosaurs. Thankfully!

So on our first full day up on the Matakana Coast, we beetled around and found the park, paid our moneys, and had a wonderful time trying to spot at all the amazing exhibits. Geckos! Skinks! Chameleons! Turtles and tortoises and bearded dragons! A Galapagos Tortoise named Willy! Monkeys! (I have no idea what monkeys were doing at a reptile park. But there they were.) An actual tuatara!

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Who’s for School?

If you’re going to get naughty photos by a gate, where better than at great big school gates, shortly after attending a great big Pride Parade with Hylas (especially when you’re still a tad tiddly)? Especially when those gates look out over rather a busy road?

We’d parked at Auckland Girls’ Grammar, and stopping to rest my feet partway down the hill – those new shoes were rubbing badly by then – I of course had a naughty idea

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Naked on the C507

One of my most cherished memories from my first visit to Melbourne is when m’Lady and I took a car trip through the Yarra Valley and into rural Victoria (to spend the night at hir parents house) – and along the way we both had a strong desire to find somewhere to fuck.

This was not as easy to find as we thought it would be – every intriguing-looking side road turned out to have houses on it, or farmland being farmed, or, in one case, a horse that looked on curiously as we said “Whatever” and stopped for a passionate make-out session that was not sex but very close.

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Amongst the Vines

Apollo, Hylas and I all travelled across to Waiheke Island recently to help Demeter to celebrate her birthday, along a bunch of other friends – it was one of those special years. We had a ‘long Island Sunday lunch’ at an amazing restaurant/vineyard – and naturally at some point I needed to take a walk to help those courses settle (possibly because there were five in total). How kind of Hylas to come with me!

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Walk in the Sky

There’s something special about walking on skyways. Whether they have glass beneath your feet or stick to glassed-in walls, that feeling of being in the sky – a pedestrian between buildings high in the air – is amazing.

I’ve been photographed in one before, for my airport scavenger hunt with Amie, but thought it would make a great location all on its own. Especially when I kept walking through this handy one in the city on Saturday afternoons (between K’ Road and the Mercury car park) and finding it deserted! Between wearing a top that made flashing my tits easy, making good use of my gorilla pod to hang my camera from the metal railings, and the very useful 10-second delay on the camera itself, I got some very pleasing photographs.

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In Front of a Crowd of Thousands …

… just because I could, because ‘bleachers’ is a category in the Scavenger Hunt, because it was the Pride Parade, because I’d had two drinks with vodka in them and was somewhat tipsy, and why the hell not – I did what I so often do and flashed at an inappropriate moment.

Which was so much fun! Once again Hylas took some great pictures – and I really didn’t know that the balcony of the International Foodcourt on Ponsonby Road could safely hold that many people!

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Demolition Dee

It was the week before Giftmas, and Hylas and I were driving around Auckland in the sticking hot humidity, trying to find me a bathtub. I’d let my fingers do the walking already, so we were at least driving to places we knew had bathtubs. What we didn’t know was the condition they were in and the price.

The first demolition yard we came to was an enormous, stuffed-to-the-gills, warehouse. The fellow who owned it ignored us totally – he continued to sit in his little office, although he was well aware we’d come in. So we wandered around, picking our way over and around things (I was regretting wearing jandals for that, although not for the heat). The bathtubs we found pretty quickly – the prices were appallingly high for the condition they were in. Still, I was curious to see what else was in there, so we wandered further.

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Big Blue Watery Road

In order to get to Rangitoto Island, Hylas and I needed to take a boat – a cruise boat, in that case. But before that, we caught the ferry from the North Shore over to Auckland City. Because why not make it an entire day on the water?

It’s a lovely ferry – and very efficient, getting us over to the CBD in just fifteen minutes. But if you click-through, you’ll see it’s not the outdoor scenery that I’m checking…

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Rangitoto Dreaming

New Zealand is full of stunning views – beautiful native bush; amazing mountains; incredible oceans. It’s great for our movie industry – but it’s even better for those of us living here amongst it every day. For all of that, it’s easy to take it for granted.

In Auckland, we have the Hauraki Gulf in our back yard, and I decided to give Hylas a surprise treat for his birthday last Sunday. I booked us on a harbour cruise, which would take us out into the gulf, stop briefly on Rangitoto Island (one of the many volcanos in Auckland, but certainly the most recently active), and cruise back under the Harbour Bridge.

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About Dee

Exhibitionist with words, skin and sex. Free with kisses, compliments, and friendship. Open with heart, passion, and laughter.
Labels I choose for myself: pansexual, polyamorous, fat, kinky, New Zealander, writer.
You can keep my partners and close friends not-mixed-up by reading more about them here.
I write fortnightly for GLBTI magazine Express, for whom I am also the sub-editor. I also write upon occasion for other publications!
If you want to get in touch, send me an email: curvaceous.dee@gmail.com.