We've all heard about it, perhaps even looked at some of it online.  I heard a rumor that real Disney animators made Disney porn on the side, secretly, and it was available out there in World Wide Web Land.  I'd never seen it.

This is making Disney adult, and on par with Barbie art and sexualizing the doll (which I discussed several blogs ago).  But it has an added element of childhood.  It cannot be ignored, as much as we wish because it is so uncomfortable and dangerous.  But these cartoon characters are those which we embraced as children and let our children embrace.  This becomes a sexualizing of childhood, of making our innocent years something much more.  

But children ARE sexual creatures.  I've had many friends tell me about their masturbation experiences and sexual acts between the ages of five and twelve.  It should not be at all shocking that children are attracted to Ariel, Belle and Snow White.  That children would have similar, yet much more ignorant, sexual fantasies as we would.  Perhaps the appeal of Disney porn is not that it's so shocking, but that it's so comfortable---it speaks to the elementary sexual creature that we were, and explodes it into all it's splendor.

Her ass?  Her garter belt?  Stockings?  High heels?  Perhaps even her tousled brown hair?

Yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes.  But those aren't the reason why I find it sexy.  

She reminds me of the prostitutes in Amsterdam in the Red Light district.  Standing in their red lit windows, many would make eye contact to men passing by and beckon them over.  Many others stood leaning against a wall or sitting on a stool on their cellphones.  I found this both amusing and sexy.  Just like the pic above.  

As with the whores and the pic above, the women are not paying attention to the viewer.  Above, the woman looks through a magazine, looking at another woman whose gaze is averted, as if analyzing something in the distance.  Her legs are crossed, and its easy to imagine she's been swinging them back and forth idly.  She is sexy because the picture makes us voyeurs.  We are not looking at her, we are watching her.  Observing her as she lives.  The whores did this unintentionally, offering to us glimpses of her that are not mediated.  We see the smirks or frowns as she reacts to whatever is on her phone.  And here we see the suggestion that the stockinged legs swing in boredom over the magazine.

Perhaps she waits for a man.  Perhaps a woman.  Perhaps for both.  Perhaps she got all dressed up in order to feel sexy, and then became bored with the game and started reading a magazine.  It is in these unguarded moments, however, when elements of vulnerability emerge, and she becomes exquisitely sexy.