This confuses me, so I thought I'd use this venue to sort out my thoughts. I'm not into BDSM. By that, I don't participate in BDSM activities. Nor do I write BSDM fiction. I have read some BDSM fiction, but it's not something I seek out. I have known BDSM participants, and have found their tastes bewildering, yet I understand the master/slave dynamic. I have roleplayed online as a mistress, and sometimes it seems to tap into something dark within me, something sadistic and mean, but mostly I just go through motions.
And I LOVE BDSM images. But only certain images. Such as these:
I don't know why, and this came upon me suddenly. I literally realized one day that I was actively downloading and seeking out images of women tied up. But only certain images: only ropework, only artistic designs, only professionally photographed images, and, mostly, no face shots. This last element bothers me.
In order to grasp a handle on this, I picked out a few images of BDSM images that I dislike:
Almost all of them have faces, and a couple making direct eye contact with the camera. Those are the most disturbing: I feel challenged. Those women looking away are in distress: distress makes me uncomfortable. Some are performing sex acts or are spread open for sex: again, this seems too graphic, too explicit. I prefer suggestion over direct statements of sex. I don't like amateur pics because these are less artistic, the lighting off, the background disturbingly realistic. "Disturbingly realistic" encapsulates my philosophy of these photographs: I do not like them to have anything to do with everyday reality. They must embody fantasy, a painless dream where women are beautifully bound like wrapped Christmas presents.
Perhaps that's what I like most about these images: the women are there as beautiful presents for me to open or keep wrapped. They are pretty works of art, not "things", and not objects to fuck.
Most of all, they are under control.
This is Ariel and her alien. They are incredibly adorable and sexy together. Scroll down and see for yourself.
These pics aren't about an alien fetish, or an attempt to make a soft-core porno version of the X-Files and Agent Scully. It's much simpler than that.
This is about playfulness, irony, humor. It's sexy because it's clever and creative and unusual and there's so little of that in porn and erotica these days. Sex is usually depicted so seriously, discussed so earnestly, that there's little room to have fun. Ariel and her alien (and let's not forget that enigmatic enormous silver ball) and deliciously fun, lacking self-consciousness, and encourages us that things that are humorous and bizarre are also sexually arousing.
I recently discovered the fascinating work of Stacy the Artist. She has a series of works done using RealDolls in everyday scenarios---or to some extent everyday. What is haunting in these pics (and I only chose ones that interested me personally for whatever reason) are the eyes. The bodies may look real enough, but the eyes are always empty. But that didn't pull me out of the photos and remind me these are only dolls. It made me think of how we can be in similar scenarios, and our eyes are just as empty or dead. In certain scenarios, such as parties, we become used just like dolls. I've been to plenty of parties and know and have experienced this as true. Women especially can be made into party games and exploited just as much as if she was made of high quality plastic. Dolls aren't an objectification of women; dolls merely are imitations of our own self-objectification.
I'm completely fascinated with RealDolls and found the Boy Toy website (linked above), extremely interesting. Let me make this clear: I'm not mocking the dolls, nor criticizing them. I'm only analyzing them, seeing them for what they are, and without judgement.
This blog is going to be an album of what I found at the above site, images which particularly interested me. I'll add captions to those I can't let slip by without comment.
I'm branching out in my methods of reaching people by beginning a newsletter. The content will include my latest activities, but most likely I'll use it as a different way of ranting about sex. Maybe I'll just send pics that I've discovered that are particularly hot. It will be NSFW, that I can promise. Sign up below:
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.
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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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