Monthly Archives: January 2011

Women in Their Underwear!

22 Saturday Jan 2011

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A pretty girl in pretty underwear is a beautiful sight.

I have been writing a lot recently on spiritual matters, but I do not want my readers to think I have forgotten about the carnal matters. No, one of the themes I would like to develop here is the relationship, and tension, between the spirit and the flesh. Spirituality is important to me, as are fleshy desires. Eroticism is a mingling of the two, sometimes an innocent mingling, sometimes not.

So just to remind people of my carnal side, which is always there, I will post one of my favorite topics: women in their underwear. As I have said before, I think I must have a fetish about this sort of thing, but I find seeing a woman partly clothed, say wearing nothing but a pair of panties and a t-shirt, or just bra and panties, incredibly erotic. There are few things I enjoy doing more than lounging around in bed on a lazy Sunday afternoon, after a night–and morning– of hot passionate sex, my lover wearing nothing but a pair of panties. And of course there is always that intense thrill of when you first undress a new lover and see what she is wearing underneath her clothes. In certain ways seeing a woman her bra and panties is more stimulating than seeing a her completely naked. Well, perhaps not, but there is something to be said for the power of the imagination. When I see a pretty girl I almost always say to myself, “I wonder what she is wearing beneath her clothes.” Such are my erotic thoughts.

So in addition to some other regular series I would like to post on, I think I will start a series of photos of women, in nothing but their underwear. I think it is nothing put pure and wonderful beauty. Enjoy.

Love and Society

20 Thursday Jan 2011

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The older I get the more I realize the importance of love. What is life without love? Sex may be fun with multiple partners, but sex is the best when it is with someone we love.

I have been thinking a lot recently about love. Not just romantic love, but love in general. So much of our world seems so harsh and brutal: broken families, broken communities, broken countries. So much of it can be traced back to a lack of love among people. A family is broken when a spouse strays, when the need for selfish satisfaction conquers the need for selfless giving. A community is broken when the members no longer have a sense of responsibility towards each other, and everyone acts merely in their own self interest, or at least they do so to an extreme. A country is broken when violence and power seeking become the norm for human interactions. Of course I know this all simplistic; yet one of the things I have seen over and over again in these situations of brokenness is a lack of true empathy, care and concern for others, and even love. Perhaps this is human nature, most likely it is, but we are not fatalistically bound to our baser instincts. It is good to be aware of them, but we need not be slaves to them.

The Good Samaritan: don't expect this from Wall Street; rather, they will kick you when you are down and take as much of your money as they can.

Ferdinand Bardamu has good piece today on many of the ills in our country. http://www.inmalafide.com/2011/01/19/the-rise-of-generation-zero-part-1-everything-you-know-is-wrong/ To my perspective, the financial mess in this country was caused for the most part by people’s greed and lack of concern for their actions and the consequences that would bring to our society. Rather, the ethos seemed to be to get as much as one could, and the hell with the rest. The Wall Street crowd created a system where they could benefit as much as possible at the expense of everyone else. Our government seemed to be their enablers. “Too big to fail” became the mantra. “Too big to fail” ? What, would the sun not rise the next day if a big company on Wall Street failed? Who knows. All I know if  people acted that way and got away with it once, they will do it again. When white collar criminals know the government will protect them, they will do the same thing time and time again. And it seems increasingly that our government is owned and controlled by gigantic corporations and Wall Street businesses. These are not institutions that care for people; they only care about making money for themselves.  Our shrinking middle class is a testament to that.  Perhaps we need a new Teddy Roosevelt?

Teddy Roosevelt: He recognized the dangers that large corporations posed to the integrity of our government.

Well enough of this…I am straying into areas I know little about. It is just what I see with the financial crisis of the last few years was a crisis brought about by a lack concern for others. In a certain sense, a lack of love. People’s lives have been damages by the greed and selfishness of others.

Of course we can only really practice love on a small level, with a few people we may know. But that does not mean we cannot keep the well being and welfare of those we are not close to, or those we don’t know at all, outside of our thoughts. We need to start thinking more of our families, our communities, the things we love. Perhaps if we do, things might improve in our world. Perhaps there will be a little less greed and bad behavior.

But back to love, and one of my favorite things, romantic love…but I will have to save that for another post.

Leonardo da Vinci’s Sense of Feminine Beauty

12 Wednesday Jan 2011

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Pure beauty

Although many people seem to identify Leonardo da Vinci (1452-1519) these days for his brilliant scientific mind and prescient engineering designs, I have always thought of him first and foremost as a great artist. His output as a painter was relatively little, perhaps no more than fifteen completed or partially completed paintings, especially compared to his great Italian Renaissance contemporaries, Michelangelo and Raphael. Yet Leonardo captured something so unique in his paintings and drawings (which are much more numerous), that usually upon seeing one of his pieces the observer can easily recognize it as being from the hand of Leonardo. Everyone knows the Mona Lisa, or The Last Supper, but his other works are not as well known, at least by most people who have not studied him. Yet all his known works are quickly recognizable as his.

It is hard to describe what makes his works so magical. There is a certain ethereal, almost mystical quality inherent in them. Whatever the “it” was that he had, no other artist has ever been able reproduce it. Often it can be difficult to distinguish certain artists from their contemporaries (for instance Titian and his imitators), or those who came after in imitation; but not Leonardo. His genius was so unique and powerful that no one during his time or after has been able to even come close to what he created.

What is most powerful, at least for me, is the beauty in his paintings. It is a strange beauty, but a beauty nonetheless. It is the sort of beauty that cannot be quantified (if ever beauty can). When I see something like the drawing above, it somehow captures for me those allusive feelings that come with love. Perhaps this is how I see the beloved: alluring, charming, and ultimately elusive. Love is not an intellectual, concrete thing for me; no, it is passionate, explosive, even strange. It is more like an ocean that can be serenely calm at one moment and unpredictably tempestuous the next. It is certainly hard to understand. A poem, a piece of music, or a painting more than any intellectual treatise, or anything else for that matter,  can best capture the magical power of love for me.

But back to Leonardo. For some reason I have always loved this drawing. Most likely it was a sketch for one of his Madonna paintings. It is certainly one of his more famous drawings. However, despite its likely religious intentions, I feel it stands alone as beautiful female depiction. It has a certain power over me.  What this exact power is, is hard to describe, if not impossible. But it seems other worldly, evocative, even mystical. Since in the general scheme of things, as far as how the one sex sees the others, most would agree that men are mysterious (women love mysterious men), women are evocative (men love the alluring chase) and evocativeness is one of the ways I would characterize this drawing. There is a gentle harmony and lyricism in her features, made even more evocative by the shadowy background, the wisps of hair flowing into the nothingness behind her, her strange smile. There is almost a coyness, a coquettishness in her downward glance. Who is she, what is she smiling at, why is she smiling? Often these might be questions I ask myself when I am drawn into the romantic mysteries of a new love interest.

Leonardo (self-portrait) near the end of his life. For the bar hopping, game devoted, wanna be alpha crowd, remember, creating a great body of art work that lasts for centuries is the one of the ultimates in alpha accomplishments.

Leonardo is not known for any type of feminine erotic portraits (he was most likely homosexual), but in many ways he was often able to capture the essence of the feminine, the way the feminine strikes the masculine observer (how men may view it). This drawing is not a complete portrait and perhaps in its incompleteness lies the power: men always find the chase, the conquest of a woman to be somewhat incomplete. Will there be another night of passion, will there be love, what does the future hold? He is not known for sensuality (that would be more the realm of his contemporary Botticelli); yet there is something sensual about this drawing. It often reminds me, especially when I was younger, of how I would look at different girls. For most young men, especially as teens and into the their early twenties, inexperienced and afraid of these desired creatures called girls, they can seem like such impossible to obtain objects of desire. We idealize them; we romanticize them; we want them but they can so difficult to have. It is almost as if Leonardo had captured not so much the essence of the feminine itself, but the essence of how a man looks at the feminine. When I see this portrait, I see all those girls I idealized when I was younger, before the raw sensuality and realism of sexuality made me realize that women are much more than objects of idealized romanticism, but rather creatures of flesh and blood such as myself.

Yet despite all this speculation, nothing changes that fact that, at least for me, this is one of the most evocative, alluring and enchanting drawings I have ever seen. It is a rare and supreme example of pure beauty. It is over five hundred years old, I have been looking at it for decades, and it never gets old for me.

Beautiful Older Women: Susanna Hoffs.

08 Saturday Jan 2011

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Susanna Hoffs of the Bangles, still looking good into her fifties.

So now we have a new year upon us. That means we are all a bit older. Even the younger ones out there, well, you are now entering into a new year. What will things be like at the end of this year? Who knows. We are only at the beginning.

So I thought as we begin as new year I would start a series of post on something that most in this sphere would consider a bit anathema: the older woman. Now it is true, as is often written among the PUA crowd (Roissy is famous for his graphic, clinical descriptions of the thirty year old vs. the twenty year old vagina), that many women, especially many American women, do not age gracefully. There are many factors considering this, the two most important perhaps being diet and lack of exercise. Our world of high fructose laden fast food and sedentary office work has made us a nation of fatties. All you have to do is look around for proof of this.

However, we are not fatalistically trapped into a world where we have to lose our bodies, shape and attractiveness as we age. We do have a lot of control over our destinies when it comes to these things. Yes, no one is going to have quite the same supple tone and physique in their forties or fifties that they had in their twenties; but that does not mean we have to degenerate into a mass of fat and flab. The body (and mind) if taken care of, will reward you nicely in the looks department.

I am sure one of the more depressing themes that runs through in this realm is how age destroys a woman’s beauty and that by forty she is no longer desired. I have read many a woman’s comments on different PUA blogs about how they fear aging and losing their looks. I suppose this is true for most women. Sometimes the comments seems quite sad in their desperation. This is unfortunate, since we are all going to get older, and we should try to age with grace. However, there are some women who have aged quite well and are still quite attractive. I imagine these women would tell you that they eat well, exercise and generally take care of themselves. There are some out there who still look pretty good even into their forties, and my first example is someone even older, Susanna Hoffs of the Bangles, who will be fifty two this year. As a matter of fact, when I found out her age, I was amazed at how attractive she still is. She even has two children and has maintained a fairly tight figure.

Hoffs in a concert in October of 2010. Still a great bod, even at 51.

You may say, well she is a celebrity, has lots of money, and can afford a personal trainer, exercise time, the best food, etc. This is true. But it is not hard to stay in shape. If most people simply eat well and exercise, they can maintain a relatively healthy body. I work out at the gym six days a week and I see plenty of women in their thirties and forties who are in great shape, much better shape than many girls in their twenties, who take their looks and figures for granted.

Hoffs was quite the looker when younger, with large doe like eyes, long brunette hair and an overall soft and girly demeanor. Imagine being fortunate enough to be able to bang (no pun intended) a girl that good looking for that long a period of time, which for this woman would be more than a quarter of a century, if not longer.

Hoffs, when younger. Geat looking then, still great looking now, twenty five years later.

So don’t despair too much, women. If you try, you can probably maintain a great body and great looks long past the expiration date preordained for you by many in our society. This is worth remembering as a new year is upon us.

Love and Sex

04 Tuesday Jan 2011

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One of the themes I want to develop in this blog is the relationship, tension, conflict, dichotomy or whatever you want to call it, between sexuality and spirituality. These have always been important issues for me, but rarely have I found a place where people can discuss these things openly and honestly, without the fear of judgment or excessive moralizing. Often people are in one camp or the other: either exceedingly sexual without any sense of the divine or the spirit, or even religious, or they are exceedingly spiritual or religious at cost of being prudish and puritanical. Yet I know there are many people out there who are both very sexual and very spiritual and feel perhaps lost in some strange purgatory between the two. Often that is how I feel, trying to balance these things, trying to have a spiritual life without being neurotically obsessed over sex, or trying to have a sexual life without losing my religious beliefs, many of which are complicated when it comes to sex and sexual desire.

One thing I  have been musing on recently when it comes to spirituality and sexuality is the necessity for love in our lives. Now by love I don’t necessarily mean romantic love, although I am not excluding it, but rather, the importance of love, of having loved ones in our lives, of being loved by others.

Romeo and Juliet by the 19th century English painter Ford Maddox Brown.

In the end, love is more important than fleshly things. Love lasts. Love is transcendent. Sometimes what seems so depressing about the whole PUA world (which I really don’t consider myself a part) is the complete lack of compassion towards others, the using of others for one’s own personal pleasure. In the short term this may seem fun, but in the long term I believe it is quite destructive. If I had to put this into religious terms, especially Christian terms, then I would consider that sinful. There are few worse things in life than callously using others for whatever reasons, whether it be sexually, financially, emotionally.  The complete lack of empathy, sympathy, and love towards others in the PUA world is disturbing. How can it not be but a destructive thing for all those involved, both men and women? If you read enough PUA material, you see the proof of this.

There is a certain unending loneliness to the perpetual conquest. One girl is never enough. You need more. Then when it is over, you need another. And another. It never ends. How much better to find someone you can love, and enjoy that love on a consistent basis. Love comforts in a way sex does not.

Christianity says that love is the essence of everything: the greatest of all three great theological virtues (hope, faith, charity) is love. I guess you could call me a romantic. As I mentioned above, I don’t like the harshness of the PUA scene. No, although I am an extremely sexual person, and the allure of cheap and easy sex is always there, I prefer to seek out deep, intense relationships with women. I can honestly say that I have rarely slept with a girl I did not have some degree of feelings for, and often those feelings were love.

If I had to chose, would I want a life of sensual pleasure devoid of love, or a life of love devoid of sensual pleasure, I suppose I would have to chose the later. Fortunately life is never this simple; but my preference is for deeper human contact than simply the carnal. The pleasures of the flesh are fleeting. Love, whether it be with family, friends or a lover, well that transcends the fleshly pleasures. I would rather feel a broken heart for a year than sleep with countless women and feel nothing. At least I know I am alive, that I experienced the fire of life, and that, despite my sexual habits, perhaps God understands and he understands because there was at least some degree of love involved.