Snow Nymph

Winter, though a difficult season, does offer its own kind of beauty...

Winter, though a difficult season, does offer its own kind of beauty…

In honor of this never ending winter, here is lovely snow nymph. Hopefully this will be the last post dealing with snow or any winter weather of any kind for a while. Although a bit of beauty such as this helps to lessen the burdens of winter, I still long for the sun and warmth of spring!

Hello, March

March, and spring mean the return of such beauties as this, a lovely forest nymph.

March, and spring mean the return of such beauties as this, a lovely forest nymph.

Now that a most brutal February has finally passed, we can welcome March into the year of 2015. Although March can be cruel–snow and cold are not uncommon in the first two weeks of March–by the end of the month, with the lengthening days and more abundant light, we can begin to enjoy burgeoning spring. Yes, we being to feel light and warmth, the lovely wonders of spring.

March is the month that spring begins, and spring is the time when those lovely and mysterious forest nymphs, sorely absent during the cruelty of winter, return to our world. I can hardly wait. My soul longs for such visions of beauty.

Mars is also named after the Roman god of warfare, Mars. It is named so because March was the month in the calender year that men could, after the cold of winter, once again resume the ancient habit of warfare. One of the great stories in the mythology is the union of Venus and Mars, the goddess of love and the god of warfare, both of whom represent the deeper and often more destructive passions of man. Poets and artists throughout the ages have enjoying depicting the two together, often in the few moments after they have had sex. One of my favorite depictions is that by the great Italian artist Botticelli, a man who knew how to paint beautiful women with a sensuality like few others have.

Venus and Mars, by Botticelli, ca. 1483.

Venus and Mars, by Botticelli, ca. 1483.

I am sure most women would find the image of the virulent but now sleeping Mars after his sexual liaison with Venus rather amusing. Even gods have their weaknesses.

Snow Red

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As February nears a close, a little bit of color to help lessen the drabness of winter is needed. Color hints of spring. And red hints of the passions that come with spring and summer. Let’s hope they all come sooner than later.

Ancient Beauty: The Egyptian Pyramids

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It always amazes me when I think of how the pyramids were built around 2,500 BC. That makes them roughly 4,500 years old. I love to think of how, for that period of time, through all the passing of different eras, empires and nations, these great structures have stood. Generation after generation of vastly different people from vastly different societies have gazed upon these structures, virtually unchanged in all that time. Nations have passed, languages have been born and died, religions have come and gone, but the pyramids remain. It has been suggested that if all of mankind were to disappear in some sort of apocalyptic plague or war, within 10,000 years all our buildings would be completely consumed by the natural world and nothing would be left–except the pyramids.

There is such a stark and simple beauty to these structures that one never really tires of admiring them. And given the stark beauty of the Egyptian landscape, it is easy to understand how we have been seduced by their romance for so many thousands of years. As monumental tombs for the early pharaohs of Egypt to help them on their journey to the afterlife, and as the greatest physical structures ever built to express man’s longing for the divine, celestial sphere of the heavens, their spiritual and religious awe can still strike us today. They do indeed still seem to fulfill their ancient purpose of reaching out and actually joining with the sky and the sun.

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The pyramids are truly timeless and timeless beauty is often the best kind of beauty.

Sunday Loving

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Sundays are a good day to lie around and do nothing but fuck. Sunday loving is the best. I will be enjoying my Sunday today, and hopefully, when such pleasures pass, I will write a new post. I have to admit I have been neglecting my blog as of late, but the joys of sensual delights are often pressing. Until then, I will be enjoying lots of Sunday loving.

Fuck Off, January!

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I hate January. It is the worst month of the year. Unlike December, there are no Holidays to look forward to, and unlike February there is no hope of of March, and with March the official beginning of Spring. It is a month filled with nothing but cold, storms, darkness and misery.

So fuck off for another year, January. You won’t be missed for the next eleven months!

The Diversity of Beauty

A lovely bit of beauty for MLK day.

A lovely bit of beauty for MLK day.

All races and ethnicities have beautiful women. On this MLK day, here is celebration of such variety of beauty. We should never exclude anyone from the pantheon of Racer X’s beauties based on their racial background. All beauties are welcome and worshiped here.

The Idiocy and Ugliness of Twerking

The popularity of Miley Cyrus is just one more sign that Western Civilization is finished.

The popularity of Miley Cyrus is just one more sign that Western Civilization is finished.

If there is one thing I would like to see the world rid itself of in 2015, it is this ridiculous fad of twerking.

There is nothing sexy, erotic, alluring or attractive about twerking. People who do it look like idiots. It is vulgar. It is stupid. And it is ugly.

Good eroticism and sensuality should always contain a healthy does of restraint and mystery. It is often the mental and emotional and imaginative elements of our lives that drive our erotic desires and decisions; passion and physicality are often best enjoyed along with the slow dance of seduction and sensuality. Love and desire are human qualities that take time to build. It is who we are and how God made us. We aren’t meant to act like animals in public. Sexuality is too sacred to be simply reduced to the gyrating motions of someone’s loins. Twerking is modern sexuality taken to its most bestial level. I find it to border on the disgusting. A girl who shakes her ass in public like that is not attractive. Even most animals usually act more dignified in their sexual rituals.

I wonder if the widespread practice of twerking is just another sign that we are finished as a civilization.

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