Fantasy Musings

There’s been a lot of talk latest about the Vanessa Anne Hudgens nude photo (she’s the 18-year-old girl from the High School Musical movie). The very latest is the rumor that there’s a sex tape, not just the nude photo. If that’s true, this whole conversation changes. She’ll be done at Disney and moving on to mainstream or indie films. But, for now, there’s just a single nude pic (see the uncensored version here), which is fairly easily explained away.

It’s a big deal because she’s very well known with the youth audience. And parents want to protect their kids from a society that’s already very exploitative of kids from a very young age…including their sexuality. But what parents are generally clueless about is this: Most teens already know all about getting naked on a webcam or playing around with a digital camera and sharing it with others. This is a new phenomenon, relatively speaking. A few years ago, this couldn’t have happened, because getting a photo developed required a photo lab, and labs often have policies forbidding processing of nude photos. But, not so any more.

As an athlete in a non-contact sport like track, I never envisioned being hospitalized for an athletic injury. But, still…here I am…having had a fairly significant ankle operation today after a nasty spill running as part of the track team…and the doc said I needed at least one night of observation before he would consider sending me home. So…I guess I have to make the best of it. It sure wasn’t what I would have preferred to be doing on a Friday night.

Truth is…I wasn’t feeling so bad. I don’t know "how it’s always been", but my parents tell me that pain drugs are a lot better than they used to be. All I know is that I’m feeling rather pleasant at the moment. Only thing is that I feel pretty sleepy…and I keep dozing off. But, they take good care of you here. Well, they’re taking good care of me, at least. I don’t know why all the nurses and aides are so hot in this wing. I don’t think it’s just the medicine. But they really look great…and they seem to enjoy smiling at me and asking if there’s anything else they can do to make me more comfortable. (more…)

For some reason, everyone seems to be having a hard time finding a site with this pic…so here’s the only nude one of the batch I’ve seen so far. She looks plenty tasty to me. Leave a comment and let me (and others) know what you think!

After his long day of visiting area junior high schools, Jeff Stephens returned to the high school and sat down to catch up on work in his office. He’d been at his desk for about 15 minutes when he received an IM alert. He answered and saw immediately who was calling.

One of the girls from the Junior Highs he had visited earlier in the day was at home and obviously in her bedroom (her webcam was on, and from the pink bedspread to the boy band posters, he knew she couldn’t be anywhere else). He knew instantly who it was…the younger sister of one of his students at the high school. Her parents were both huge celebs. Dad was a rock star and Mom was a fashion model. Even at 14, you could see that this young one had her mother’s looks. With a webcam and microphone at both ends, they were able to see and speak to each other right away (and, of course, there was no paper trail):

"Hi Ella. Can I help you?"

No one really understood it. Jeff Stephens was a remarkable teacher…or at least, so said the grades of the students in his classroom. Week after week. Month after month. Year after year. Top-rated test scores in the nation. He was moderately well-paid, but with his track record…why would he he stay at the MV Regional High School, located on the East Coast, and attended by the children of the rich and famous? There were bigger schools (MVRHS served about 800 students annually in grades 9-12), MUCH bigger salary/benefit packages, private schools, even consulting other teachers on how to teach better. So why would he stay? It would have been understandable if he had been bug-eyed over the celebrity parents…certainly hangers-on are not rare in the "celebri-sphere"…but he treated them like he would any other parent. Courteous and professional. Nothing more. So…why?

But he, himself, was tight-lipped on the subject. He was asked many times by other teachers, parents, students…even reporters. He always replied that he was simply content where he was. And that was that. Or was it?

Chat rooms have changed a lot recently since the biggest chat provider of them all shut down their teen chat rooms. And teens, of course, are the ones who chat the most. A lot more chatting now happens on instant messengers…but those are lousy ways to meet people. So people meet wherever they can (usually, in rather unpleasant environments, where girls are treated like pieces of meat…or worse), and then they meet up again on instant messengers to continue the conversation…but now, with the ability to trade pictures, watch each other’s webcam and even talk thru microphones to each other.

But at the same time, shows like Dateline have both parents and kids really wired about security. We’ve all heard the stories about girls going out to meet men for sex, and the bad results that sometimes come of it. This has also put a major damper on conversation, and most kids are warned about how much personal info they can give out online. This can make for rather boring, stilted conversation…because who we are, what we do, where we live, who we’re related to, what we do with our spare time and what we’re really passionate about are all vital to who we are as people. Because of this, the most popular kind of online communication for "good girls" has become the RP, or roleplay. This allows the person at each end of the line to indulge their fantasy and imagination by creating a scenario and walking it out…like a part in a play…and the person who starts gets to set the tone. Usually it’s the girl…and she can start with a relatively platonic situation…but since she’s at the controls, if the guy is able to capture her imagination…whether through humor, romance, imagination or whatever other means, she’s more likely to open herself to his attempts at online passion (aka "cybersex").