That's a fucking catchy piece of writing: "If you can dream it, you can be it." I admit, when I was a kid in the eighties, the multiple personae of Barbie was intriguing and inspiring. I never looked at her as a realistic portrayal of womanhood, nor did I compare my body to hers. Rather, she was a kind of polymorphous cartoon character whose main attribute was to change. Not just change her clothes, but change everything. I never thought Skipper or Midge (or all of the other "friend" incarnations) were anything except an extension of Barbie herself. They were "Barbie dolls" after all, and with minor physical changes from the central Barbie figure.
It would seem that today, artists are still playing with Barbie and taking her to the next logical adventure: Fucking Barbie.
As adults, we're not dreaming of fucking Barbie. We dream of her fucking, or getting fucked by, her female entourage. We bend her at the waist and offer her ass up to every other doll we have. Or we shove her pretty smile into someone else's ass or vagina.
This is logical and necessary. Barbie is, after all, a child's version of a blowup doll, or a porn star. Adults should continue to play with Barbie and express our frustrated sexual desires with her. She can become a totem for our sexuality, a miniature drag figure that parodies and celebrates femininity and power.
In this pic, she's putting on lipstick. One of my favorite professors once said, "When a woman puts on lipstick, she's telling the world she's ready to fuck."
I've been extraordinarily open minded about sex ever since my first year in college, when I learned women could have orgasms. (I was a late bloomer in high school.) Nothing shocks me. All of it interests me. I can never get enough of it.
All of the pics in my blog are stolen/borrowed from other websites. I consider myself not really a thief, but a pirate. Arrrrrrr!!!
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