So what makes the perfect example of feminine beauty? This is a question that needs asking. A few years ago I saw Casablanca for the first time. What amazed me even more than the fact that I had never seen this movie, was how good it is. Truly, it is one of the best films of all time. The atmosphere of the film, the dark shadows, the cultivated yet raw sophistication of Bogart, the eternal beauty of Bergman, the tension and passion more implied than stated, the action and adventure, create a wonderful cinemagraphic work. I had never seen Ingrid Bergman before. I have to say though that she is one of the most beautiful actresses I have ever seen. Not just her physical beauty, but her demeanor, her inner tenderness, her charm and grace and class. When I see a film like this I am reminded of just how far our civilization has deteriorated in recent decades. Where are the Ingrid Bergmans of today? Perhaps Julia Roberts, or a few others, but there are not many. I will take a woman like Ingrid Bergman any day over the hoards of overly tanned, cheaply dressed, bubble gum chewing chicks who make up American womanhood today. Every time I see a girl walking down the street wearing a pair of pink shorts with the words “juicy” inscribed on the back, I am reminded that beyond a one night encounter, I could never take such a creature seriously. Ingrid Bergman, at least her screen persona, is someone that I would take seriously. Long live such classic beauty.
This is a section from a poem by Wordsworth I thought I would post here. The title is “Perfect Woman”. (I am sure some of the basement dwelling, bald headed, overweight, socially inept MRA and PUA fantasizing nerds will mention something about beta pedestaling here, without considering that this is a poem, is art, and thus goes beyond such narrow definitions).
She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleam’d upon my sight;
A lovely apparition, sent
To be a moment’s ornament;
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;
Like twilight’s, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful dawn;
A dancing shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
I love the first line. I don’t have much commentary to add to this, just that I enjoy what it conveys. How true for us men, are not women “phantoms of delight”? So often elusive, alluring, hard to pin down, always mutable, easily lost, that is, until you introduce them to the powers of love, especially erotic love. Once a woman submits her soul to your masculinity, she will be yours, forever, without reserve. The key is being strong, being a man, and not looking back, while at the same time caressing her need for gentleness and passion, to fill her vulnerability, to make her feel safe, secure, loved.
He also mentions what many men would consider the sparkling attraction of women. Words like “ornament”, “eyes as stars of twilight fair”, she is like “May-time and the cheerful dawn”. Are these not some of the qualities that we find so alluring in women? This light, airy, pleasant sprightliness? Call it being girly, feminine, or whatever. It is the opposite of the overly serious, oppressive and masculine feminism that infects too many women today. We love feminine women. We love that sparkling, that gentleness, that soft laughter. A good and cheerful woman can uplift our wearied minds and souls like nothing else, except God. It is that “dancing shape” (and how many women love to dance, and how many men love to watch), that “image gay”. It is something we want to make love to, even love.
Other phrases are nice too. As in the last line, women do “haunt” us (ask Rivelino about Valentina). Or, as in the earlier lines, they can seem like a “lovely apparition” a “moment’s ornament”, something we see, we want, yet we often can’t have. Frustration and pain can then follow, especially if we have invested ourselves emotionally in her. Many men have been there at some point in their lives, at least those who have not feared to love, and suffered the consequences of lost love. I don’t think women look at men this way; these are a particularly masculine way of looking at love and desire. Women are the pursued, men the pursuers. Some of the women I have loved in my lifetime have haunted my dreams for years, even decades. Some loves never really vanish from your mind and heart.
Yet I never regret loving, even if it ended badly. After all, Love is far more difficult, far riskier, and therefore far greater than Game. A grown man loves; an adolescent plays games.
What is beauty? What makes beauty so intoxicating? When I see or experience something beautiful, whether it is a woman, a piece of art, a natural landscape, music, or anything else that strikes me as beautiful, my whole being seems to become engulfed by the desire to absorb as much of what I am experiencing as possible. The most powerful combination for me is the melding of the erotic and the beautiful. For me, eros has to be beautiful. What I can’t stand about so much of porn, most of it in fact, is that it is ugly. The models are ugly, fake, and worn out looking, the photography is poor, the overall atmosphere is crude and trashy. Just the gestures and artificial moaning and screaming of the models is enough to make one burst out in laughter. For most those who have experienced real lovers in real time, such extreme sounds and actions tend to be a rare occurrence. So the women in most porn don’t even seem real, and that is not attractive for me. But then there is the rare porn that is done much more tastefully or realistically. As I mentioned in the last post there is a fine line between porn and eros and it is hard to tell what that line is. All erotic art it seems must instill some sexual feeling in the onlooker, just as looking at an attractive woman walking down the street, or sitting in a restaurant, can. Watching two or more people have sex when it is done well is an enticing and attractive thing for many people, both men and women.
And then there is the connection between love, eros and beauty. These things can be purely aesthetic in an intellectual or abstract sense, or they can be earthy and concrete. There are few things more beautiful than a naked woman lying next you during a lazy summer afternoon, someone you may be in love with, or the excitement you feel when you first see a new lover’s body. The physical pleasure of sex is beautiful, or the way a woman feels and tastes as you explore her body, or the pleasure she feels when you go down on her. For me there are few things more lovely than seeing a woman in the throws of sexual passion. If there is one thing in porn that I enjoy seeing it is that: a beautiful woman who is truly enjoying her sexual experience and showing the world she enjoys that. Lesbian porn is particularly attractive because it is replete with images of beautiful women doing nothing but enjoying sex, often in a somewhat tender and loving way, which makes it seem all the more real. I suppose it is in part the combination of erotic beauty and forbiddenness that is enticing about porn at least for me. After all, out of all the attractive women you may see during the course of one day, how many of them do you know anything about when it comes to sex? Usually none. Yet I always wonder what a woman I see or know might enjoy sexually, so to see it depicted in an artistic, pleasing way can be a nice experience. And of course one of the biggest thrill of all is pursuing a woman whom you find attractive. And even better than that is when you finally are in bed with her.
After my last post, I wanted to give an example of what I mean by something being both erotic, even pornographic, and artistic. I find this photo be an example of something that is both erotic as well as artistic. It is certainly graphic, and some may find it pornographic, but it seems to go beyond merely porn in its look, which is hard to describe. Perhaps it is the black and white? Perhaps it is the frame? Perhaps it is the beauty of the model, the sensual curves of her back and butt, the contrast between her fair skin and the overall darker background: darker sheets of the bed and the darker skin of the man behind her. Or is it the expression of sexual pleasure on her face. Note that nothing is shown: we see no breasts, no penis or vagina. No, it is what is conveyed by this photo that is so alluring. It is the beautiful evocation of intense sexual pleasure, yet an evocation which is still fairly graphic, without being too crude, and without robbing our imagination completely.
Such things can lead you into a world of fantasy. And there is certainly one blogger girl I recently wrote about that I fantasize doing this with…
So is it possible that porn can ever be considered art? Or perhaps we should use the more common term of erotica? Whatever is the case, it is something that I think about. I believe that it can be considered art, but it is a fine line to draw between the two.
What is the dividing line between porn and art? I suppose since most of porn is used as a masturbation tool by men, it would be hard to qualify it as art. And most porn, at least 90-95% in my opinion, is crude, ugly, and without any artistic value. Yet there is some porn, bathed in beauty and naturalness, which goes beyond the average run of the mill sex show. Perhaps those doing the camera work actually had a better artistic sense than most of the other people out there, or perhaps they were actually striving to make something which was somewhat different, even artistic. The actors, if they are actors, may possess a beauty and naturalness that others do not possess, and seem to genuinely be enjoying what they are doing. It is hard to say. But what separates a painting, or a film, or even a novel or poem, from some of the more high quality porn which is out there? You may say that porn exists only to entice a man to masturbate. Yet I know of at least one famous British classical scholar who used to masturbate to Plato when he was a boy, or is reputed to have done so. So every work whether explicit or not, may instill in someone some degree of arousal. For me the defining line would be “erotica” vs. “porn”. I suppose erotica has a higher aesthetic value, and porn is lowlier. Of course this is all subjective.
One of the questions I ask myself is, why is looking a porn or erotica sinful? Why does God consider it a bad thing if we view the natural act of two people having sex? Or what is wrong with enjoying the image of a nude? If God created the human body, why is it such a bad thing to enjoy the beauty of that body? This is a question which has challenged most Christians since the time of the Renaissance, even before, but most of all since the rebirth of Classical knowledge in art and literature. The nudes in Michelangelo’s fresco of the Last Judgment in the Sistine Chapel were only recently completely uncovered. I am sure one of the reasons that they were covered in the first place was that they were somehow instilling erotic and sexual thoughts in the clergy who had to view them every time they stepped into the Chapel.
I find this to be one of the tensions that exists in myself, and I image in most men at least, even those who are deeply religious or spiritual. We are filled with these desires, yet are told the desires are bad or harmful, or at least potentially destructive. Therefore we should avoid them. Yet avoiding them only increases the desires themselves. So where is the fine line? To completely deny our desires is as bad as completely giving in to them at all times. Am I really going to spend all eternity in hell because I looked at an image of naked woman and desired her? I suppose that will lead me into my next question, which is, where does one draw the line between lust and desire? But what is lust? What is the line between sinful or harmful desire and natural desire? I suppose that is something we must all figure out for ourselves.
So a relatively new blogger girl has been on the scene for a few months. Those within the Roissysphere know her as Vasafaxa. She is quite elusive though. We really do not know what she looks like, except for a few pics here and there. But what I can see of her is quite delightful though. A pretty face, nice eyes, full lips, and long, luscious hair. There are no body shots of her as yet, although she did write a post once called “A Sincere Interest in Ass”, which, like all her stuff, is well written http://eveslibrary.wordpress.com/2010/08/20/a-sincere-interest-in-ass/. There she posted a few pics of different behinds, and one of those may have been hers. She never denied questions whether it was hers, so I will assume that is may be. If it is, it is a lovely looking butt.
What she does like to say about herself though is that she is inexperienced. She is also picky. There is nothing wrong with those things. As a matter of fact, they are part of her charm. She has also mentioned that she needs to be emotionally connected to someone in order to enjoy sexual delights, and that part of being connected for her is feeling vulnerable. Again, this only adds to her appeals.
She writes some very intellectual posts. So I can tell she is a thoughtful girl. She is the type of girl I could have an all night conversation with, discussing various and sundry topics. I have always liked intellectual, brainy, nerdy girls. She seems to be in college at the moment, so she is at that age where everything is presented to her intellectually and culturally. Her belief systems is being formed, or destroyed, or perhaps a combination of both. But whatever the case, I am sure she takes her own thought process and these deeper questions seriously. There is a seriousness of tone in her writings, not only on her blog but in the comments she makes on other blogs. She even refers to herself as being somewhat masculine. This does come across in her writings, a rather straightforward bluntness that is often associated with masculine traits. Sometimes she even refers to herself as a bitch. Not that this is a bad thing for a girl, so long as it is tempered by femininity as well. There are a few places where a more masculine, even bitchy approach for a girl can be a turn on as, for instance, with fucking. If a girl just likes to fuck, and fuck a lot, like a guy, well, that can be hot for the guy who is fucking her. I have had more than a few girls like that. Bitchy girls often love to fuck, fuck a lot, and fuck hard. I wonder if Vasafaxa is like that. But I digress….
No, I imagine talking to her late into the night. We are sitting on a couch, alone, at my place. Perhaps we talk about books, politics, culture, religion, porn, or sex. It is getting late and we are lost in our conversation. As we talk we move closer and closer until some question arises, some opportunity for me to get closer to her, and, just as our minds have melded together by our deep talk, soon our lips melt together in that first, soft and warm kiss. Judging from her photos, her lips would be a delight to kiss. The first kiss is always a gentle one for me and as I am close to her I can see how pretty her eyes are and how much she likes to be kissed. She has often mentioned having “make out” sessions and that is exactly what we are soon engaging in, a wonderful and passionate make out session. Our kisses are wet, hot, fast, soft and hard and soon our tongues are kissing as well and before too long I can feel the heat and passion beginning to rise as her soft moans become deeper and her breathing heavier. As I kiss the back of her neck a few strands of her soft hair caress my lips and I can smell the sweet scent of her perfume and shampoo. It is girly and delightful.
But Vassy is inexperienced and she is unsure how far she wants to go. I know how far I want to go. I know how I would love to explore every inch of her body with my mouth and hands and pleasure her in every way imaginable. I know how I want to share the most intense passions with her, for as long as possible. Perhaps she is reluctant at first, but as she feels my strong hands caress her, and my lips kiss her, from her lips to her cheeks and the back of her neck, she grows more submissive. I imagine that as she experiences a strong, firm yet gentle masculine presence for the first time, her desires for submissiveness begin to stir in her. As my strength envelops her, as she feels my hands explore her, as she feels me run my hands softly over her breasts and under her shirt and then under her bra, and as she feels me touch and caress and knead her breasts, her desires grow more intense within her. She surprised when she soon feels my hand between her legs, and how wet she has become, but she desires it, and wants to feel more. Pleasure is starting to rule her, raw sexual pleasure, and she wants more of it. Her panties are now wet, soaked, and when I slip my hand beneath her jeans I can feel just how wet she has become. Then I take my hand from her jeans and I taste her, and she tastes as wonderful as I imagined. Then, to my great but pleasant surprise, she takes my hand and puts it down her jeans again and as we kiss I touch her there, moving her panties to one side, slipping my fingers beneath them, caressing and feeling her warm, sof flesh, her swollen lips, and her sensitive, taut clit, and as she moves and bucks her hips while I caress her I slip a finger inside her. She is tight and so wet and she gasps as she feels my finger slowly slide insider her and our kisses become more passionate. Perhaps she has never had a man inside her and all she wants right now is a finger or two so I oblige her and slip a second finger inside her and I am amazed at how hot and sopping she is, how she envelops and welcomes my fingers with her snug, inner warmth. But I can tell she is loving it as we kiss, hard, hot kisses, and as our tongues explore each other mouths while she is grinding her hips against my fingers. I slide them out and caress her clit and them slide them in again and I do this over and over until she feels such pleasure as she has never felt before. She is completely soaked, her panties, her jeans, and my fingers are covered with her juices. I take them out and I taste them and I put one in her mouth and she tastes herself and then we kiss some more and I want more so I lift up her shirt and take it off as well as her bra and she knows I am just beginning a long night of pleasure as I take one her breasts into my mouth and despite her reluctance she wants more pleasure and I want to give her more and I begin to explore and pleasure her more fully, more intensely…
But perhaps I will need another post for such an endearing creature as Vasafaxa…