My email is in my profile…just sayin’…
Nope, not online. And the last time I had a naked picture of myself taken was when I was five years old.
Tsk… if you were industrious, you’d look for them yourself. (And what will supervenusfreak think?!)
Yes, but only one specific part of me (yes, **that **part).
Not me, but one of my exes put his wang on a scanner and hosted the ensuing picture on a website for me to look at…
Sorry, can’t remember the URL 
You know, I’d be happy to help you with that little problem.
As for me, well, either you know or you don’t. 
It’s bad enough they are out there, there’s no way I’m telling how to find them. On some level, I’m thankful, since my name is not attached to them. But I know it’s me. Family and friends would know. Sigh.
Not just pictures. Videos. They were made for an ex. He’s an asshole, but I believe he didn’t do it on purpose. He just had a tendency to back things up onto CDs… and them lose them.* LOSE THEM*.
I found them. ONLINE.
I vote for… insanity. 
He’d insist I email them to him… 
I wish there were. That’d mean I’d finally have some Woodstock '94 pictures. I spent day two walking around wearing nothing but sneakers and a strategically-placed fanny pack. Hundreds of people snapped pics, but I’ve never been able to find any. Meanwhile, the camera we brought with us was lost. Sigh.
So how you doin’?
Sorry, couldn’t resist.
Smartass reply #1: I guess their camera lenses all cracked.
Smartass reply #2: Gee, I didn’t know sheep could use cameras!
Sorry, Hal. I don’t know what’s come over me.
Well, Hal, your Woodstock story reminded me of a few more possible Jess-gone-wild photo ops. I was at Sturgis in '96 and flashed a few (dozen) fellows, some of whom probably had cameras. And I was in New Orleans in 2000 and flashed the street from a balcony several times (and I have the beads to prove it) – again, I’m sure lots of the street crowd below had cameras. Oh, and my husband and I participated in a naked motorcycle ride in Mexico – there were people lined up along the road, and some of them had cameras… But I was on the back of the bike, so not much showed.
Any of those pictures could conceivably be online, I suppose.
When you participate in an event called Nudes a Poppin you expect that there are photos out there, what you don’t expect is four years later on your birthday to be presented with a video in which you and your various body parts are on the cover. Talk about a shocker. lol.
Probably. I don’t own the pics so I don’t know for sure.
Yes, there is.
Same here and I haven’t been working long, so I’m pretty sure nothing is on the internet yet.
Isn’t artist’s model a great job? I’m loving it…
But that might be because I have a crush on my boss…
::trying text size, hoping 1 is small and 7 is big::
Don’t tell anyone… but that’s the main reason I started the job
You’re not the only one. Had any luck? Gotta love the gay messageboards!!!
No, I’m not naked on the internet anywhere. But I will state that, about 11 years ago when I visited a now-defunct nudist club* in Topanga Canyon, I routinely spent my time in nothing but Birkenstocks and a fanny pack. I was thinking of mentioning it in the thread I just opened about fanny packs, but it seems to be more appropriate here.
- I think the club still exists, but they lost their site. Now they are what is called an “unlanded” or “travelling” nudist club.
When I was a teenager, my very lewd best friend put up a link on his page to his weiner. He says to me, “Look at this picture of my weiner.” He physically forces me to look at it, and sends a link to it out to his female friends.
It’s a fucking hot dog. I haven’t seen him in six years; I hope he’s grown a sense of humor.
There are no nude pictures of me around, sadly, unless someone’s taken a non-nude photo of me and photoshopped it appropriately. I’d be kinda curious to see that, anyway.
::sigh::, if only I knew what you looked like clothed! Then I could fantasize about what you look like naked.
Any luck? No, it was really just one of those “I wonder what everyone on these boards looks like naked!” kind of threads. Both of my experiences meeting people online turned out to not work.
Apparently, the place to look is at Waffle House. That’s where Anagramless Guy and I met.