Monthly Archives: December 2010

Merry Christmas!

23 Thursday Dec 2010

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Nativity Scene

Despite the often salacious nature of this blog, I actually have certain fairly deep spiritual beliefs. I believe in God, for instance. I am sure most people of a religious bent would find this blog strange if not sacrilegious, given some of my explicit sexual posts. Nor can I offer any coherent explanation of why I write certain things, except to say I want this to be an open and honest discussion of different issues: mainly cultural, intellectual, spiritual, and sexual. I also enjoy the entertainment I may provide people with some of my more outrageous posts.  I have both an extremely high sex drive and a deep need for spirituality as well. Perhaps these contradictions are too extreme to sustain. I really don’t know.

If you do believe in God, you can spend your entire life wallowing in secret desires and even lifestyles. Many religious people often lead double lives, saying one thing and doing another. I could write many posts on this and I in fact plan to. So I try to be open about everything, and perhaps there are others who feel the same way, or derive some sort of benefit from my writing.

If I detach spirituality from dogmatic religious beliefs, then it is easier to discuss these things. For instance, it is pretty much agreed among scientist and psychologists that prayer is a good thing. Prayer leads to a more healthy life. And of course there are different types of prayer, depending on whatever religious persuasion a person may be.

Writing exclusively about sex and sensuality can get boring after a while, so I will probably be writing on different topics too, as I have already done. I added new blogroll of spiritual blogs, just to broaden things a bit. But then again I always consider blogging a work in progress.

But in the end, the bottom line for me is that I need both spirituality and sexuality in my life. At times one is stronger than the other, but I think the best path is some sort of integration of the two. How one does this within a Christian context is often difficult and different denominations emphasize different things. So I don’t offer any answers here; I only offer my own experiences and perceptions of the world around me. One the powerful things in the world for me is beauty, and beauty in all its various manifestations, whether it be in women, in nature, in art, music or literature, or in whatever manifestation, such as the kind smile of stranger during a difficult day. Beauty is not a bad thing, rather, we can say that God designed beauty for us to enjoy, including beautiful women. This does not necessarily always mean a sexual enjoyment, but I don’t believe it excludes it either. And of course the most important Christian concept is love, even though most Christians may be a bit deficient in this area, including myself. But writing about love can be related to writing about sex, and the best sex by far is sex in the context of love. Even Roissy values the power of romantic love.

Christmas is a holiday enjoyed by most people; even most of those who are not Christian can see the value in this event and derive some good out of it, especially if we think of it as an event of love and goodness. So I want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

I Love Good Girls Too (Or The Beauty of Modesty)

21 Tuesday Dec 2010

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The good girl is perhaps even more alluring than the slutty girl...

Given some of my previous posts, this one may seem a bit schizophrenic. But one of the themes of this blog, at least for me, is the tension between the sexual and the spiritual. We are often told that the best thing in life is to achieve a balance between the two, but striking that balance is often difficult. My last post I dealt with the purely corporal, sexual, enticing aspects of eroticism: the allurement of the slutty girl. This post I would like to focus on something a little bit different, the other side of feminine allurement, the modest girl. I suppose the best would be to find a girl who is a mixture of both: modest on the outside, a slut in bed. Yet modesty is not that superficial, nor is being a slut. The modest girl may have religious reasons, or she may simply be frigid or dislike sex; the slut may simply be a girl with a high sex drive a few inhibitions. So these are much deeper emotional and psychological qualities than labels can apply. Perhaps the ideal integration of these two is impossible to achieve, or perhaps all girls are really mix of the two on some level and the one or the other may come out at different times, depending on the circumstances.  Perhaps it is simply that I love both sluts and good girls equally and always look for a combination of both in my women and if that is impossible, I like to enjoy both on an individual basis.

Why do I find the modest girl attractive? It is hard to say. If she has some sort of spiritual center, that makes her even more attractive. There is something, at least for me, quite alluring about a modest woman. As much as I enjoy the slutty girl, in reality, a modest girl is much more attractive than the skanky, hoe mentality that so many girls seem to take on today. A good example of skanky, hoe mentality would be the strange show, “The Bad Girls Club” on the Oxygen channel. I have happened to catch a glimpse of it every now and then while flipping through the channels and if this is any indication of what young women hope to become then our country is all but lost. I am sure it is great entertainment, and I am all for a good laugh whenever I can get one,  but in reality girls who act like that are so unattractive.

There is a certain kind of beauty to restraint. I am sure part of it is simply my own male instincts at play. Men need to know that the women they love are not sleeping with other men, that the children they bear are our children (even though I have my own filthy and perverse fantasies about these sorts of things). An attraction to modesty is probably linked to all this, since the modest women is more likely to be faithful than the slutty woman. This would be the more primal response to modesty. Of course I have also written about some of my darker desires when it comes to enjoying sex with women, but I suppose, in the end, if I had to make a choice, I would always choose in favor of the modest girl.

But there is also something about a girl having standards, of having self respect, of not being easy that is attractive. Perhaps it is attractive because it seems so rare today, or the girls who are like that do not stand out in the obnoxious way that the “Bad Girls Club” types stand out. So often I hear girls, especially young women under twenty five, swearing, spitting, fighting, acting more like teenage boys than young women. I live in a small town with a large university so I am surrounded by and know many girls of this age group. It is cool to be bad. This has always been a part of youth, of course, but now it is being codified through the myriad of media outlets in a way that did not occur in the past.

I am not arguing here that girls need to be saints, pure, or prudes. Going to one extreme is as bad as going to the other. What I am talking about is a general sense of restraint, standards, dignity. It seems people like this are in the minority now, to be sure. But they should be encouraged and respected for their choices.

A bit of modesty also inflames the imagination all that much more. And I enjoy using my imagination, even when it usually leads to more carnal places.

Musings on “Slutty” Girls, or Girls with High Sex Drives

19 Sunday Dec 2010

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I love it when girls let their inhibitions go...

Unlike many others in the manosphere, I love slutty women. Of course, you may be wondering what I mean by “slutty”. By slutty, I mean a woman who loves sex, has a high sex drive, and is not afraid to experiment. I love a girl who has fucked lots of guys. Why? Because then I know most likely she is a perv, a nympho, and will not be uptight in bed. I also know that when women find me, or I find them, I can satisfy them in way that few other men can, and so I know they will keep coming back for more. What is my secret? Well, I am not sure really, I can only testify to what works best for me. But I suppose it is a combination of passion, intensity, feeling, romance, and love, the mixing of the animal, mental, physical, emotional and the spiritual. Chicks go for this. It is not a calculated thing on my part; rather, it is simply my personality. I had never even heard of “game” until a few years ago, but before then I was always successful in seducing women, and having women make themselves available to be seduced, without any kind of plan of action at all. It was all natural. I suppose I was lucky to be blest with the right combination of personality and physical qualities. Plus women can sense high sexuality. A former lover once told me how she was interested in me long before I really noticed her, and how she could tell I would be good in bed before we hardly even knew each other. As she said, “I could see it in your eyes.” I remember I would pepper our early, innocent conversations, long before we became intimate, with humorous sexual innuendo and references. Little did I know at the time that her giggling and laughing responses were making her panties wet, as she later confessed.

But back to slutty women…one of worst things in life is to be with an uptight, rigid, frigid woman, someone who is hypercritical, dislikes sex, or who constantly makes you feel like you are walking on eggshells. I have been with a few women like that. They are not fun; rather, they are oppressive and constant source of friction. Fortunately, none of them lasted, so I was not stuck to endure a lifetimes of harpy-like torture. After such experiences, I would always find my ways back into the lovely sensuality of the slutty girl. After going from the frigid bitch to the happy slut, I would always feel like someone who had just crossed a barren desert to reach and dive head first into a lush, refreshing oasis of fleshly pleasures.

Unbridled feminine sensuality is such a turn on...

I always enjoy meeting girls who are as abandoned as I am when it comes to sex. I especially love meeting those girls who may be appear like the good little girl next door type on the outside, but are raging sex craved nymphomaniacs on in the inside, with all sort of dark and dirty sexual secrets waiting to be confessed. Women love it too, when you are not afraid to tap into their inner whore, in a non-critical way, and let them express it, without becoming jealous or angry or possessive. Most men can’t handle a high sexed girl; for me, I can’t handle a low sexed girl. I always enjoy meeting someone who is as filthy and dirty as me, who wants to tell me about all the guys she has fucked while we are fucking. And, contrary to what most people might believe, most women really enjoy talking about the guys they have fucked, in detail; it turns them on immensely to recall their forbidden sexual secrets and desires and I have made more than one girl wet and horny by listening to her sexual stories; one girl told me later, after I had pinned her on the bed, fully clothed at the start of our first love making session, and whispered in her ear, “I want to hear all of your fantasies and dirty secrets,” how wet that made her, and indeed, we did fuck intensely that night, and many nights afterward too. I also love a girl who enjoys bringing another girl into the bedroom with us on occasion, if not more. But I suppose that could be its own post. I love a sexual girl, a girl who loves to masturbate, fantasize, read erotica or watch porn or enjoys seeing naked women and who will do just about anything. Being such a sexual animal myself, an unreformed caveman and beast, (true to my Taurus sign), it is always a pleasure to be involved with a like minded woman.

I love meeting them. I love slutty girls!

Pulp Fiction: A Lost Male Literary Genre Blending Sex, Action and Imagination

16 Thursday Dec 2010

Posted by in art, culture, literature, men, Uncategorized

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This pulp novel, which I recently came across in a used book store and which was selling for thirty dollars, is typical of the genre: scantily clad femme fatale, exotic setting, danger, sex and intrigue always lurking. Great stuff.

The great age of “Pulp” fiction was roughly between 1900-1950. These were the years when many writers could make a comfortable living writing stories for these inexpensive magazines and novels. It is hard to imagine today a time when people read so much for pleasure that there was a huge market to feed that urge, but when you consider that television did not exists, most of Hollywood was controlled by a few moguls who tended to produce the same sort of film year after year, and radio was, well radio, then the existence of a large novel and magazine market for a general reading public is not hard to understand.

What is most interesting about these books and magazines is that they were geared toward a male audience. Think about that. Many, if not most men don’t read today, with sports, television, video games and other visually oriented media and entertainment now appealing to the male mind more so than the verbal. Of course the verbal might be more naturally a feminine inclination, the visual a male, but that does not change the historical fact that there was a time when verbal literacy was highly important among men. Now, it often seems like a thing of the past, at times even derided in certain circles. It does not change the fact that verbal dexterity and power is just as important today as it was in the past. It is hard to succeed in life if you can’t communicate well.

Doc Savage was a common and best selling character in the pulp world.

But back to the pulps. They were often racy, mixing sex and danger, action and adventure and violence. They covered different genres such as: detective, hard boiled crime, science fiction, fantasy, horror, war and westerns. Many great writers contributed to them, or got their start writing for them, such as Rudyard Kipling, Mark Twain, Upton Sinclair, Ray Bradbury, Raymond Chandler, and many others. And I absolutely love the covers! They were a work of art and were designed especially for masculine tastes: the colors are often oranges, blacks, or reds. In fact, early on publishers realized these colors would attract men, especially when you consider that these magazine were being sold on crowded magazines racks, competing against each other as well as other magazines. Those same color schemes are still true today and are still used to attract potential male buyers of whatever product may be being sold. The covers often contained scantily clad women, often in some sort of dangerous situation, often both erotic and violent. In certain ways these magazine and novels were the precursors to modern porn and erotica. In fact, you can see how the genre became more conservative from the thirties to the fifties, with fewer scantily clad women and violent images as concerns over the moral quality of the publications increased.

Westerns were one of the mainstays of the pulp world. Notice the cover art, this one by the great pulp artist Normam Saunders: dark colors, orange and black, chosen to appeal to a male audience.

I discovered the existence of this lost literary world a few years ago. It saddens me that such a market no longer exists today. It is simply not there, the magazines are not longer sold, the beautiful art work of their covers no longer produced. It seems as lost a cultural item as something out of ancient Rome; yet it is. There are few online attempts to revive the genre; but as far as I am concerned nothing online can replace the tactile sensuality of a printed book or magazine. One publishing business was created to produce some hard boiled crime fiction novels with the same tastes and old cover art work, but they are few and far between and I doubt they sell well. Recent attempts to revive the genre have usually failed. Again, the market is simply not there.

But most of all, what was so glorious about these magazines is that they were a testament to a lost world of male literacy and interest in literature. In their day they were often considered trash and unworthy by the more high brow elements of society; today many men would have a hard time even reading them due to lack of literacy. I guess it just amazes me that such a reading public once existed, and now no longer seems to. Perhaps I am wrong and overblowing this, but I consider that a serious decline in civilization.

The Shadow was another popular pulp character. Again, notice the dark colors of the artwork, geared for men.

There is much more that can be written on this, so an occasional pulp fiction cover will become a regular post on this blog. The artwork is simply too good to resist.  As I said, it has a connection to erotica, so it is something interesting for me to blog about here. And there are so many nice covers out there I cannot possibly run out of material.  Again, I was in a used bookstore not long ago, and the owner was telling me how a previous owner of the store had a mass collection of pulp fiction stored at his house. He had bought most of it not to read, but simply for the cover art work.  I can totally understand that.

The Ultimate Alpha Males: Clark Gable, “All Man…And Then Some.”

10 Friday Dec 2010

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If tobacco weren't so bad, smoking would be so cool...

If any of the great screen legends of the past defined what it was to be an alpha male, it was Clark Gable. Gable (1901-1960), and the men of his generation, contained a certain something that many men lack today, in our all too narcissistic and whiney world: class. Class, restraint, a certain sense of dignity, yet a class and restraint cloaking a vigorous masculinity. Gable embodied this like few other stars, or even men in general, have.

His characters in film were actually similar to his real personality. He was the top star of his generation. He played both action and romantic figures. His role as Rhett Butler in Gone with the Wind is one of the iconic figures in all of film. Therefore, it transcends mere entertainment, and enters the ethereal realm of art and the immortality associated with that. He also fought in WWII, willingly leaving the film industry to become a fighter pilot. He flew combat missions in Germany where his plane was hit and some of his fellow crewmen killed. Cable was nearly killed himself, when a piece of shrapnel went through his boot and almost hit his head. He won the Air Medal and the Distinguished Flying Cross. He also had a social conscious. When Hattie McDaniel, the first black actress to win an academy award for her role in Gone with the Wind, was not allowed to attend the premier opening of the film in Atlanta, Cable refused to attend also. Only after McDaniel pleaded with him to attend did he do so.

Perhaps the most touching thing about Gable’s life was his marriage to actress Carol Lombard. It was a true love relationship and, when she was killed in an airplane crash in 1942, Gable was never the same afterward. He deeply loved her and her loss permanently effected his life. His career was never same after her death. Such is the testament of true love. Yes, for you slavish followers of Roissy, true love does exist. (Roissy has a good analysis of Rhett’s seduction skills on Scarlett in GWTW: http://roissy.wordpress.com/2008/11/20/great-scenes-of-game-in-the-movies/)

Many in the whiney, PUA, MRA and “game” crowd should study men like Gable. Men of action, the top of the their field, men of integrity and character. I really can’t imagine Cable sitting around whining about how badly women treat him. Rather, if he had a bad experience with a woman, he probably would have laughed, enjoyed a few whiskeys, and moved on (that’s for you, Rivelino). And women have not changed that much since Gable was alive.

Cable and his co-star in Gone with the Wind, Vivien Leigh. She genuinely liked him, despite some of his flaws.

Here are a few quotes of those who knew Gable. Enjoy.

Doris Day summed up Gable’s unique personality, “He was as masculine as any man I’ve ever known, and as much a little boy as a grown man could be – it was this combination that had such a devastating effect on women

Life magazine: “All man… and then some.”

Joan Crawford:  “He was a king wherever he went. He walked like one, he behaved like one, and he was the most masculine man that I have ever met in my life.”

Robert Ryan: “He’s what every boy thinks he’s going to be when he grows up, and wishes he had been when he’s an old man.”

I don’t see these things in too many men today. Look at these statements, “the most masculine man I have ever met”, “a combination that had a devastating effect on women”, “a king wherever he went”.  Rather than be such testaments to a life of love and adventure, to the enjoyment of life, I see too many men who are either hyper masculine to the point of absurdity, or those who are soft and whiney and more feminine than most women, who, rather than risk their lives in a combat mission, would run to their girlfriends when something goes bump in the night. Yes, I know the world is different today, but it is not THAT different. I know the legal system is in many ways rigged against men. I know, and hate, the insidious influence of feminism. I know the destructive effects of social decay and dissolving mores.  Yet fundamentally people never change, and the foibles that existed sixty or seventy years ago when it came to the sexes are still pretty much the same today. Yet men like Gable were able to cope, adapt, and enjoy the world as it is, and even prosper in that world. And the world of sixty or seventy years ago was a lot tougher than our world today. Nor do you have to be a movie star or war hero to gain such a character as a man like Gable, it can be achieved in the seemingly mundane inanities of our daily lives. It is all how you approach life that counts.  You can work as a corporate drone and still do great things in other ways and love in great ways (you listening yet, Rivelino?).

Women love romance and passion, they love to be taken by a strong, masculine man...

Perhaps what these men had was balance in their lives? They could be real men, but they were not afraid to love either, and were not as obsessed about how many men their women had slept with as the men are today. And yes, women were not the pure virgins back then that most men today fantasize they were. As I said, people never really change, and a pussy got just as wet 70 years ago as it does today, and for the same reasons, and one of those reasons back then were men like Gable.

Long live men like Gable!

Classic Feminine Beauties: Vivien Leigh

02 Thursday Dec 2010

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I love a woman in a corset...

Although she is best known as the feisty Scarlet O’Hara in Gone with the Wind, Vivien Leigh starred in a number of film and stage roles and was in her time one of the great Hollywood beauties. She was already married when she met and fell in love with Laurence Olivier (the great British actor), and they both eventually divorced their spouses and married each other. They remained married until 1960 when they got divorced. Leigh then married another man and remained so until her death in 1967.

She best defined by her role in Gone with the Wind, for which she won an Academy Award. Indeed, Scarlet O’Hara is quite the woman, using all her feminine machinations to achieve whatever goal she has set before her, however difficult. There is a classic sexiness to her performance in that film. She combines both the intensity of a sexually charged woman as well the innocence of a Southern Belle. Despite the fact that so much of sexuality depicted on screen back then was more nuanced, hinted at, and hidden than today, one can imagine that Scarlet would like to fuck, and fuck all night long, with the right man. One also understands that only a true alpha male such as Rhett Butler has the stuff to make her wet. I imagine she would be a screamer in bed too.

The famous scene of Rhett carrying her up the staircase is one of the great, sexually charged moments in film history. In so many ways, in all its innuendo and suggestiveness, without showing anything graphic, it is a far more potent depiction of sexual passion than the false in-your-face depictions of sex in today’s cinema. What is so intriguing about these older films is that sexual passion is often right beneath the surface, but because we never actually see two people in bed and everything is left to the imagination, it ends up being more alluring and enticing than so much of what we see today. In many ways these older films seem more, how shall I say, human and realistic than today’s? We often see two people engaging in the slow and stimulating game of attraction, using their intellects and emotions. The art of seduction can be learned well by studying such classics.

In her private life Leigh was troubled by depression. Eventually it took its toll on her and her marriage with Olivier. Yet we can see the vulnerability that this disease brought out in her, not only in Gone with the Wind but other roles. As a great actress, she was most likely able to tap into that pain for her performances. Few actresses can pull off both being a bitch, being tough, being feisty, and being soft, vulnerable and feminine as well.

It is this intense combination that makes her attractive and alluring, and a classic beauty: intensity, passion, vulnerability, femininity. These are some of the things men can melt for, or rather, that unique combination of sexual intensity and deep vulnerability. Physically she was beautiful and, as this photo of her in a corset shows, she looked hot in the pretty underwear of 19th century as well.