Erotically Charged, I Think You’ll Agree
Attention, all you seekers of amour. I feel a need to share with you this archive of lovelies from Russian dating sites. From the total beefcake experience and provocative fruit-play to ninjas, rubberwear and unspeakable appetites. Something for everyone.
No, don’t thank me. Thank Peter Risdon.
the total beefcake experience
Stunning. I saw him first.
I saw him first.
Yes, he looks your type. What with the shimmering slacks.
But if he won’t do, there’s always Mr Ninja, to the left of the creature with the alluring rubber glove. What’s going on in his head? It’s all masked shirtlessness and look-at-my-really-big-knives… and then you spot the fluffy dog picture just above his head. Exactly what kind of signal is he hoping to send?
They were all so exciting that I couldn’t help noticing that they all have carpets on their walls. Is that significant in some way? Do all Russian knocking shops reject wallpaper etc. and nail carpets to the wall instead?
No, don’t thank me.
Science has yet to invent the instrument capable of detecting whatever gratitude I may subconsciously have for this post.
I’ve just realized those are the photos they chose as the hottest.
I can’t decide if it’s the rubber glove in the bath, the pink boots, or the melon muncher (picnic in a rubbish dump ?) that would get my vote. BTW, what IS that in the bath I am presuming female but I’m not all that sure; and I do hope that’s red wine…
And then there’s Farmers Only.
(Sorry if this shows up twice; the first time the comment seemed to vanish into thin air.
. . . Mr Ninja . . .
. . . Yes, he’s got the picture of the puppy . . . at the top of the carpet which is on The Wall . . . But then for several of these, apparently in Putin’s Russia the wall is where you put the floor covering, and the floor is where . . . .?????
Then again, http://www.sadanduseless.com/2013/10/the-married-kama-sutra/ is definitely amusing . . . .
unspeakable appetites.
Is she eating that melon on a rubbish dump or is that just the crap left over from her picnic?
Is she eating that melon on a rubbish dump or is that just the crap left over from her picnic?
Jeez, some people are so fussy.
Maybe passion amid refuse is a thing now. Either way, she doesn’t appear to be off-put by unglamorous locations and strewn food detritus. Which may work in her favour, I suppose.
What, no love for little miss Pouring Red Beverage on Herself? Jaguar, I just learned, is the post-Soviet Four Loko. Also, “Jaguar has a reputation for being often abused by gopniki,” a gopnik being, essentially, a Russian chav. Cue Louis Armstrong singing “What a Wonderful World.”
Jaguar, I just learned, is the post-Soviet Four Loko. Also, “Jaguar has a reputation for being often abused by gopniki,” a gopnik being, essentially, a Russian chav.
It pleases me that an item like this can still be educational.
I don’t think they’re all Russian: the woman with the banana has a Ukrainian-language newspaper.
(Yes, I know I’m pathetic.)
I feel unclean and I haven’t even clicked any of the links.
. . . . abused by gopniki,” a gopnik being, essentially, a Russian chav. . .
Oy.
. . . Cue Louis Armstrong singing “What a Wonderful World.”
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I feel unclean and I haven’t even clicked any of the links.
The Louis is nice, and for added assistance to pst314 and others, I’m also one very fond of http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V1bFr2SWP1I
—Yes, Iz really was that large and yes his size did ultimately kill him: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Israel_Kamakawiwo%CA%BBole
Oddly enough, or maybe not, when I saw these pictures, the first thing I though of were the “Pope’s Children” from A Canticle for Leibowitz.
I should think this explains the very low (1.5ish?) Russian fertility rate.
They were all so exciting that I couldn’t help noticing that they all have carpets on their walls. Is that significant in some way?
IIRC during Soviet days wallpaper was considered a bourgeois extravagance (for the People, mind you, not their caretakers), and thus they began hanging carpets on their walls instead, to make their generously-provided government housing slightly less soul-destroying in appearance.
Several of these look like ordinary people trying to be a little creative – and some succeed. I actually like them not looking like models photographed through gauze.
A few have a genuine what-the-hell recklessness that is admirable.
Squires,
I liked the comment in that regard from the link:
Russia laughs in the face of gravity. They walk on walls.
‘Is she eating that melon on a rubbish dump or is that just the crap left over from her picnic?’
In Romania thirteen years ago, there was rubbish strewn everywhere, particularly by the road sides. If the Russians have the same habits with their litter, that’s probably a relatively tidy spot.
They are not actually from dating sites, but I think they’re all hoiked from Facebook. A similar email went around a few weeks back called Russians on Facebook, which was equally amusing and shared some of the photos in this set.