Here is Lass Suicide and… I don’t know why exactly.  I mean, I know why, because she is pretty.  I am just not sure why I started thinking of her today and decided I needed to post her.  I posted her once a long time ago but she is not a major part of my life.  Or even a minor one.  I know the Suicide Girls as a thing are like a big deal in a lot of circles but I have never really cared all that much.  She is one of the handful of them that I happen to know who she is.  So I guess that probably says a lot.  Like in the slew of girls who show up on my dash she stood out enough that I learned her name and recognize her.  Which makes sense because he is very pretty.  I just don’t know why my brain decided to think of her today, usually i can point to some sort of cause.  I can’t.  But here she is.  Today I want to fuck Lass Suicide.

I have had a lot of people tell me that they aren’t that into models.  I mean not random strangers but you know in response to this blog.  It is a sentiment I get, I have written about it before and how we connect to people on the other end of a glowing screen.  I would say most of my passion is not really directed towards models either (Kate Upton is the exception, not the rule).  Most celebrities I find myself attracted to for any amount of time have some body of work that really speaks to me.  Songs, movies, tv shows, things I bond with more than a picture.  But this blog isn’t called who I have felt the deepest connection to in the past 24 hours or even who I am attracted to at this moment who I have been consistently attracted to for the past week.  No, this blog has a much more straight forward name and the truth is a picture can evoke a very strong response, even if they don’t stick with us as long as other things.  So here is Lass Suicide who I know very little about, I just know now and then she shows up on my computer somehow and I always notice she is lovely and today someone was talking about her and I started thinking about her and… well today I want to fuck Lass Suicide.