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Monthly Archives: March 2012

Clint Eastwood Has It Right

29 Thursday Mar 2012

Posted by Theseus X in culture

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Agreed.

I agree with Clint Eastwood whole heartily here. I don’t give a fuck about gay marriage. As far as I am concerned, people should be free to live their lives as fully as possible. One of the things I find most distressing about so many Christians is there raw hatred for homosexuals (i.e., Tony Perkins and the Family Research Council). Supposedly they are protecting the “sanctity” of marriage, but that is really most often just a front for their fear of gay people or, for the most vociferous advocates of homo hatred, a fear of their own latent and repressed sexuality.

Remember: a golden rule is that men who rail against sexual vice are often themselves hiding their own sexual “deviancy” from themselves and others. The more fanatic the crusade, the deeper the secret to be hidden.

Clint Eastwood is an old fashioned libertarian type of conservative, a rare and dying breed these days in the face of the totalitarian religious fanaticism which has gained such power among the right.

Hot Girls and Hot Cars: A Great American Tradition

27 Tuesday Mar 2012

Posted by Theseus X in art, beauty, culture, women

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Beauty comes in many forms...

Oh yes, the loveliness of beautiful girls and magnificent cars. There are few better combinations. A nice, well made car is a beautiful item, producing its own type of pleasure and wonderment. The automobile represents a particularly modern type of freedom, the freedom to travel and explore in ways that people in the past could never have dreamed of. Unfortunately most modern automobiles tends to be bland and uninspiring, like most things in our dull, grey modern world, but when you look at the classic cars of the past, they were really works of art. The great auto industry of Detroit had the power and money to invest in the sheer beauty of the automobile, and most of today’s models pale in comparison. How many vehicles today even have chrome? I will take chrome on a car over a GPS any day.

Add a woman to a beautiful car and you have a toxic mix of freedom and pleasure. For those of you who have yet to experience this, I can only say the thrills of fucking a woman on the hood of your car are, like the great old cars themselves, incomparable. She can either lie on the hood, or bend over the hood, but whatever way you do her, she will love the thrill and excitement of getting fucked on a nice, big, warm machine. There is something fast and furious about it. Add chrome to the mix and you have a truly transcendent experience.

Doing a girl on the hood of a classic car is a classic experience...

I love great cars almost as much as I love beautiful women, but the two together are a magnificent mix. They are one of the great American traditions. Perhaps the only thing hotter are women who pack heat. But that is for another post.

Perhaps the only thing hotter than a girl and a hot car is a girl packing heat...

Got Milk?

25 Sunday Mar 2012

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I remember once I was with a friend in a crowded restaurant and a woman with an infant sat down in the table in front of us. She then proceeded to nurse her baby from her breast. My friend turned to me and said, “What about me, I am hungry too.”

I hungrily and heartily agreed. It is always interesting to be reminded what some of the natural reasons for breasts are. They are so versatile and so much fun.

Let Me Say Once Again: I Love Sluts!

23 Friday Mar 2012

Posted by Theseus X in culture, eroticism, women

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I love a slut…especially when she gets out of hand and needs to be firmly disciplined.

With the rise of the American Taliban, (Rick Santorum, Rush Limbaugh, Tony Perkins, Virginia Gov. Bob “Transvag” McDonnell and others), and the recent bandying about of the term “slut” to describe women who enjoy sex, let me once again say, unequivocally, that I love sluts. Yes, I love the slut. I have said this before: https://theracerx.wordpress.com/2010/12/19/i-love-slutty-women/, but I need to say it again.

I love sluts!!!

How do I define “slut”: a girl who loves to fuck, is not afraid to fuck, and who is not afraid to experience as much sex with as many people as possible. She has no moral qualms about her love of fucking. As someone who loves the pleasures of sex, who loves giving and receiving sexual pleasure, endless and intense, I fully support the right of any woman to enjoy as much sex as me. As a matter of fact, it would be impossible for me to pursue my desires of bedding as many women as possible if sluts did not exist. I love sluts, because sluts, like me, love and want as much sex as possible. There are those of us in this world who enjoy lots of sex, who desire lots of sex, and who don’t necessarily want all that sex to be with one person for the rest of our lives. This includes women also.

What too many people, both men and women, cannot accept, or understand, is that women, many women, enjoy sexual variety too. This is usually thought of to be the domain of the male, but the dirty little secret out there that no one wants to admit is that a great number of women enjoy multiple partners too. And yet these women are shamed, not only by men but by their sisters as well, as being “sluts”. As someone who believes in liberty and equality, I find this quite unfair. If a woman wants to act on her sexual desires, she should be free to do so, just as I should be free to bed as many women as possible.

I love sharing delightful pleasures with a highly sexual woman…

For me, life would not be as enjoyable as it is without sluts. I cannot imagine living in a world of tense, sexually repressed females, locked away in their homes by their fathers or husbands without any hope of enjoying and experiencing the pleasures of love. This is certainly the case in many countries today. Often these women are murdered if their families feel they have dishonored them for being free sexual creatures. If the American Taliban had its way, it would be the case here. The recent legislation in many states regrading contraception and abortion are in many way forms of political slut shaming.

The slut is beautiful. She is similar to me in that she wants sex and lots of sex. She is not afraid to enjoy sexual pleasure. She loves to fuck and fuck often. The slut is better in bed than the prude, timid creature of restrained and culturally proper female sexuality. The slut would not deny her lover sex as a form of punishment, as so many harpy housewives do, because she herself is in need of constant sexual pleasure. As a man I need sluts, because sluts need me. There are few things worse for a man than to be trapped into a sterile relationship with a frigid, sex manipulating shrew. And for some women, there are few things worse than being stuck in a marriage with a man who does not do it for them sexually. Part of my speciality is helping such women enjoy some degree of sexual pleasure, the sexual pleasure they crave but cannot find with their partners. There are quite a few women out there like this, trust me.

Why should it be an opprobrium for a woman to enjoy as much sex as possible with as many people? I believe in free love. Many, even those in the PUA world, cannot accept the fact of a feral female sexuality. I think many on the manosphere betray a certain degree of hatred and hostility to the realities of female sexuality: they often betray their own sense of betrayal that women are not the pure and virginal vessels they imagine them, or want them, to be. Some, even those of great PUA status, seem to live in a contradictory world of “I want to fuck them, but I can’t believe they are letting me fuck them.” I suppose it is a form of the old Madonna-Whore complex. The sooner men discard this nonsense about women, the happier they will be. This will never happen though, because most men are trapped in a psychological prison of pedestalizing women. Most men are really beta providers. That is fine by me: it means more women out there in need of some sort of clandestine loving.

I can’t enough of such loveliness…

So yes, let me give a toast to the slut. Without her my own life would be much worse, much more boring and frustrating. For men like myself, men who enjoy experiencing as much sexual pleasure with as many women as possible, the slut is a natural friend and ally. Of course, I must always remind everyone to be safe and healthy. A safe and healthy sexuality is essential to enjoyment of sexuality. It is something that must be emphasized on blog like this, a blog which talks openly about the pleasures of sex. But beyond that, I say, and say loudly, how much I love sluts, and how delightful life is with as many sluts as possible.

Long live the slut! We were made for each other.

The Bull: Nature’s Ultimate Alpha Male

20 Tuesday Mar 2012

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The Bull: an ancient symbol of strength, power and sexuality.

I was talking to a friend today who grew up on a farm. He was describing how his father had a bull. “He was one mean son of a bitch,” he told me. He also described how sexually aggressive  the animal was. “I saw him once leap over a six foot fence to get to a cow in heat. When it comes to pussy, nothing will stop a bull.” As two men, we both laughed, since we could both understand such needs and actions.

Bulls are indeed fascinating creatures. At up to over 2,000 pounds, they really have no natural predators in the wild, except perhaps large carnivores in packs. Even a grizzly bear could not kill a full grown, powerful bull. Most likely the bull would kill the bear, through disembowelment with its razor sharp horns. They are huge and massively muscular, yet also surprisingly fast and nimble. As the leader of a herd of cows, a leadership won in the wild only after fighting off a rival bull, the fruits of which are unlimited mating with as many cows as possible, they are truly alpha animals.

I feel a particular fondness for the bull, because Taurus, the bull, is my zodiac sign. One of the attributes to Taurus is a deep and primal sexuality, something which I certainly possess. I often wonder how strange it is that so many of our personality attributes actually mesh with these astrological signs. My own sexuality is quite similar to the bull’s: earthy, violent, explosive, in constant need to satisfaction. I like to fuck and fuck a lot. When I see a hot women, like the bull jumping over a six foot fence, I want to have her. It is something that takes over me. Like a bull I like my sex hot and physical. Like a bull I have massive balls…but I digress.

A 17,000 year old cave painting of two bulls, from Lascaux, France.

Bulls have also held a deep religious significance since the dawn of time. For instance, they were depicted as some type of religious art 17,000 years ago in cave paintings in Lascaux, France. Think about that: 17,000 years ago. That is 15,000 years before the advent of Christianity. I wonder how Rick Santorum and the other flat earthers reconcile that with the Biblical truth that the earth was only created 6,000 years ago. I am sure he thinks it is some sort of liberal conspiracy or something…but once again I digress. After all, this post is about something Santorum, who is the most asexual of politicians, finds troubling and wants to ban: sexuality.

The Rape of Europa, by Titian (1562).

Related to religion, mythology also possesses many bull narratives, often of a sexual nature. Pasiphae, the wife of king Minos of Crete, fell in love with a bull and wanted to mate with him, so the great craftsman Daedalus was hired to create a wooden cow for Pasiphae to hide in while the bull copulated with her. The offspring was the Minotaur, ferocious half man and half bull monster. In another story, Zeus, the king of the gods, seduced Europa in the form of a beautiful, snowy white bull. There is famous painting of this by Titian called the “Rape of Europa”. There are countless other bull stories of such a nature from different cultures and societies throughout time.

The Bullfight: Man vs. Beast. Those horns will kill you.

And then of course there is the whole modern spectacle of bull fighting, right or wrong. It is the one last vestige of the ancient Roman love of watching men fight animals. Hemingway wrote magnificently about the bull fight in his novels, showing a great appreciation for the strength, power and beauty of the creature. It is undoubtedly a cruel practice, but one that still asserts a fascination over us today. I admit I would enjoy watching a bull fight if I ever get the chance.

You don't want to mess around with such an irascible creature.

So today, after talking with my friend who grew up on a farm, I had a renewed appreciation of the bull. Today, in our highly urban societies of the West, we really don’t experience or even appreciate  these ancient, primal symbols of sexuality the same way our ancestors did. They are indeed magnificent creatures, and, as the ancient cave paintings show, have captured the imagination of us for many thousands of years. For someone as sexual as myself, I find a strange kinship with these powerful creatures of raw strength and lust. They are, after all, in their unbridled, aggressive and powerful sexuality, a creature worth appreciating.

A Sad Moment For Lovers of Books: The Encyclopedia Britannica Will No Longer Print New Editions

16 Friday Mar 2012

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St. Augustine of Hippo, surrounded by his books. This painting, by Botticelli, ca. 1480, reflects his more religious side.

Recently a great era officially came to an end in the world of great books and publishing: After 230 years, the Encyclopedia Britannica announced that it was discontinuing its bound print version http://mediadecoder.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/03/13/after-244-years-encyclopaedia-britannica-stops-the-presses/
An online version will still exist, but I wonder how many people are going to pay a fee for such a service when they can essentially get the same thing for free at Wikipedia.

Now, I have to admit I love Wikipedia, and think it is one of the great intellectual resources that the internet has produced. At this point, there is very little that you cannot find on there, from the weighty to the trivial. With sites such as Wikipedia developing over the past five years or so, it was only a matter of time before the older great works of learning such as the Encyclopedia Britannica were doomed. Even I would rather go to Wikepedia than use an encyclopedia. Wikipedia is easier, is constantly updated, and links you to a seemingly infinite number of related topics for whatever you are researching. I can literally spend hours and hours doing nothing but reading different articles on there.

A handsome publication.

Still, the loss of the Encyclopedia Britannica is something to be mourned. As I said in a previous post, there is something about a book that is wonderful. The British were particularly good at endowing their great publications, such Britannica, with a sort of weighty beauty that commanded respect as well as curiosity. An entire set of this encyclopedia was truly a beautiful thing to behold, the many volumes with their dark, leather binding and neat, crisp print were a monument and testament to the seriousness of learning that British society cherished and encouraged. Cumbersomely making one’s way through different volumes while researching a certain subject, lugging each heavy book off the shelf while they individually piled up on whatever library desk you happened to have claimed, whether at a public library or a university, was one of the great pleasures of a more traditional sort of education. I almost feel sorry for the younger generation of ipad, iphones, laptop users who have never even really experienced the joys of traditional book learning. The practice of laying out books, or in antiquity, scrolls, across some desk while you read or cross reference multiple volumes is as old as the ancient library of Alexandria itself, founded around 300 B.C., and once a home of great poets, writers and scholars. The Encyclopedia Britannica at its inception in 1768 was a renewed part of that ancient tradition.

The great Italian poet Dante immersed in his books, by Luca Signorelli, ca. 1500.

Reading a book, especially an old book, is to participate in a very long human tradition. When you hold an old book, you can image all the people that have touched the same book, different people from different times and places, yet all of them desiring what you desire, a little bit of knowledge. In some library books you can still find the old check out sheet in the back, showing the dates of when the book was physically checked out of a library. You may see it was checked out in 1912…ah, how little did this person know what lay ahead in the twentieth century when they handled the same book you are now handling a hundred years later. To find books checked out even earlier is more delightful, but rare. Occasionally I will still find books in a library that are older than this country itself, books published  for instance, in 1760, and I wonder what the people thought who first touched these books, all those years ago. The fact that such a book has sat on a library shelf for over two hundred years is amazing. It can be a magical experience.

I love old books. Old books have a wonderful scent and texture to them, they were often printed with great care, even artistic aims, with their embossed jackets, gold trimmed edges, different fonts, and old fashioned drawings or photos. In the past, good reading was seen as a complete experience, something that was akin to a spiritual journey. We, in our present age, can still enjoy these ancient traditions. Libraries and used bookstores tend to be filled with older books and there are few things more intoxicating than browsing the stacks of an old and serious library. Find an old edition of Shakespeare, and see with what care it was produced and printed. It is like handling fine wine. Enjoy these places while they are still here.

I love old books...

Of course these things will never really disappear, every library will continue to have encyclopedias in print at least for the remainder of our lifetimes, but we will not see another updated version of this great work, ever again. It is simply too expensive now. So enjoy what you can find in your local libraries, or if you are lucky enough to own your set (at $1,400 for a 32 volume set, the Encyclopedia Britannica were really only for the wealthy) and try, just try, to keep alive some of the ancient pleasures of reading that are too quickly vanishing in our age of technomania. The ancient, sensual pleasures of a book can never be replaced by the cold, electronic contraptions that are slowly killing print books now. Our human eye was designed for the printed page more so than for the electronic screen. I myself will always prefer the traditional book over our Kindle crazed reading fads.

The first printed edition of the Encyclopedia Britannica, 1768.

Of course, the question I have now, is will bookstores and even libraries survive the internet? I really do not know…

Beautiful Women: One of the Delights of Spring

14 Wednesday Mar 2012

Posted by Theseus X in beauty, eroticism, women

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With the exception of a few unfortunate articles of clothing, this was a common sight today.

Today was wonderfully warm and all I could think was, how lovely it is to see all these beautiful females walking around, half naked, dressed in their pretty dresses, their low, soft cleavage hinting at the pleasures that are hidden beneath, the complete abundance of sex and beauty all woven together in a tapestry of feminine beauty suddenly bursting forth after the cold, ice and darkness of winter…

I love beautiful things. I love beautiful women. Life is so much more pleasant when pretty girls are out and about, showing their bodies off, being sexual, letting the rest of the world know that they are creatures fully aware and in control of their evocative sexuality. It is a delight to see such beauty, and spring is the time when such beauties reemerge from the doldrums of grey winter. Today I saw so many lovelies, so many short skirts, soft blouses, tight jeans, smooth and tanned legs beneath tiny shorts, sweet, soft asses, rounded hips and their hypnotic, elegant motion, all the different hair styles, everything so modern, civilized, and yet so ancient.

Flowers are not the only thing that blossom during spring...

The ancient power of eros cannot be denied. We are, and always have been, and always will be, surrounded by and subject to the power of erotic love. We live in an ocean of sexual desires and behaviors. It is so primal, it is basic a part of who we are. The rites of spring remind me of this once again. Every year it is the same: the unclothing of all those beauties, the allurement of their sexuality, their beckoning of men to chase that sexuality, like a lioness who attracts the attention of a male lion by walking up to him and slapping him in the face with her tale, or the way the Sirens beckoned unsuspecting sailors to their doom, all in all it is the power of sex and love at work in the world, the way it has been since the dawn of time.

So basic, primal and beautiful...

I love it all!

Classic Feminine Beauties: Gene Tierney

11 Sunday Mar 2012

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Gene Tierney, silver screen beauty.

This beauty of the Silver Screen was stunning. Tierney (1920-1991) starred in some great roles, one of the most notable was as the materialistic Isabel Bradley in The Razor’s Edge, a 1946 film adaptation of the Somerset Maugham novel. In this movie, she chooses not to marry a man, Larry Darrel, who is more interested in pursuing self fulfillment and spiritual enlightenment rather than a socially acceptable material wealth. She is deeply in love with him, but he chooses to see the world, find enlightenment, rather than settle down into a mundane, although prosperous, upper class existence. Even though she eventually married another man, she admits later in the film that her first and only love was Larry Darrel. It is a classic tale of how a woman will always love the unattainable alpha male, even if she marries a beta provider later on. The film reflects the common occurrence that many women will marry one man who will provide them with material comfort, while secretly being in love with another man, who provides them with the gina tingle. That these old Hollywood movies often engage in such a plot show the timelessness of this tale.

Lovely...

She was quite the beauty though. There is something quite amazing about these old Hollywood beauties. The silver screen, the black and white photos, have a way of enhancing feminine beauty that is both alluring, while still being a bit detached. There was a pure femininity to these old stars that seems to be lacking in our modern, more masculinized world. And yet they were in no way less sexual and erotic than our modern actresses. The sexuality is often beneath the surface, hinted at, alluded to, subtlety depicted in mysterious shades of grey rather than the bright, glaring lights of contemporary film. Nude scenes did not exist; and yet these women were somehow more beautifully sexual than what we find in most modern films. Sharp and insightful dialogue was the means to express sexuality, and, although less viscerally stimulating than our modern nude scene, the eroticism conveyed through words and expression and plot was more deeply satisfying than the gratuitous sex scenes we are too often subjected to today. Perhaps it is the restraint of it all: restraint builds sexual tension in way that an upfront eroticism cannot.

Tierney, in a scene from the Razor's Edge. She is trying to seduce the man she loves, but who does not quite love her as much. Here we see her beautiful neck and shoulders. I love a woman's neck and shoulders!

I enjoy class and refinement in my eroticism. I enjoy an eroticism that lies beneath the surface, that is not so much out in the open, but rather a bit mysterious, that covers the darker recesses of our souls and desires, the way the smoldering earth may cover a river of lava running not too far beneath. Letting that lava run freely can be a great delight, but we cannot do it all the time, lest we be swept up by its destructive power. These older women of Hollywood, such as Gene Tierney, possessed such traits in great abundance.

There is a deep sexuality hidden beneath the surface with this woman...She even had an affair with the young JFK.

And one more photo, because I can look at photos of beautiful women all day long…

The Art of Sexual Dominance and Submission

10 Saturday Mar 2012

Posted by Theseus X in art, women

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Most women enjoy submitting sexually to a powerful, dominant man.

Women recently have show how much they love the idea of sexual dominance and submission. Apparently a fiction book is the buzz among the girlie book clubs: Fifty Shades of Grey, by E.L. James, a British authoress: http://www.nytimes.com/2012/03/10/business/media/an-erotic-novel-50-shades-of-grey-goes-viral-with-women.htmlt. It is about a powerful man who grooms an innocent, naive young woman into the world of dominance and submission. As the Times article shows, the suburban women of America can’t get enough of it.

Sexual dominance and submission is an art, an art of sex. In many ways, good sex in general is sort of like an art: being a good lover takes practice, experience and natural ability. This is also one the things I enjoy about dominance, which is, as it were, a sort of specialty in the art of love. It takes skill. You must understand how the female psyche works, and also how the female body works. You must understand what most women truly want, what turns them on, what creates the infamous gina tingle. Women respond to a certain degree of power, even violent power, and cool calm, absolute control in a man. If they know he will lead them to a place they have never been, and bring them much pleasure, most women will gladly submit to the power of the dom.

Like all art, the art of dominance is something that is learned through practice. In the course of learning this, you will make mistakes. Things will not always work. But with experience you will learn more and more, and gain the skills most needed to be a good lover. Some have a natural talent for this, so the learning needed is less; others must make an effort to learn more, but they can be successful. However, all who want to master the art of dominance must have some natural affinity for the role of master and slave. You must enjoy being the strong, powerful member of the relationship. You must not fear. You must trust your instincts and desires. You must be somewhat of an asshole, while tempering that with love and affection at the right times. You must not be hesitant to inflict the proper discipline on a woman when you deem it necessary. A woman will respond to this, if she is open to such a relationship, and most women are.

A common fantasy...and reality.

The art of dominance suits a man who is a bit older, more experienced, with some sort of accomplishment in life. This only increases his powerfulness in the eyes of the woman. Power and accomplishment can come in many forms: money, business or political success, military, athletic or artistic accomplishment. But the man has to have accomplished something. Being an accountant is usually not a good starting point for the role of the dom. Alpha men create, they make, they desire to do something substantial, even great, with their lives. They want to be remembered by posterity. Their drive for dominance is great, dominance in the world around them as much as dominance of their women. As opposed to the alpha, most men never achieve or really even desire this, and end up as the beta providers for their wives. Of course this is a necessary function in society. It does bring most men contentment. After all, the world needs to go on, and raising children is the foundation for all this. This requires families, and men who provide the stability for women to raise their children, even if some of those children were secretly sired by the alpha lovers of their devoted but bored wives (as many as 10-15 % of children are, according the the CDC).

The great makers in society tend not to be good family men. This is true throughout most of history. Usually great men are more in love with their work, their ambitions, their desire to achieve some sort of status, than they are with their wives or children. They want to fuck as many women as possible, but they do not want to be domesticated. But the women should not despair: these men are only a small fraction of society, no more than 5-10%. The rest of the world follows their lead, in whatever sphere they are engaged. Most women will not end up with an alpha man, except as a lover, which is what most alpas want anyways. Being tied down to one woman, in one place, with one basic structure in life, is too sexually, creatively and intellectually stifling for most alphas. They flee in horror from such absolute domestication.

But back to dominance, and how women love this. Although the novel Fifty Shades of Grey is fiction (and apparently very poorly written), its mass appeal among women shows that this is more than simply fantasy for them. I think one of the reasons women have responded so to this book is because they surrounded by so many neutered, beta males. The idea of a strong, dominant man is for the most part a fantasy. It really always has been. In reality, most husbands are whipped by their wives, and their wives have a certain degree of contempt for them because of this. As most suburban women lead their boring, humdrum lives, the allusive alpha dom lurks in the darker recesses of their mind as a potential, if impossible object of desire. They crave to submit to such power, but do not find it in the world around them. So, as in all fantasies, women escape into an imaginary world where they can exercise their more primal desires.

Women love a man who is civilized on the outside, but still a caveman on the inside.

But the dom does exist out there, and he is more than ready to tame whatever woman is in need of taming. I have enjoyed in my life providing such excitement to many lovers, bored housewives, girlfriends, or inexperienced women. I consider it a service done to society. Women deserve sexual pleasure too, and I am quite happy to provide them with it. When the woman does finally come across a powerful dom, she is usually quite smitten. The mixture of pleasure and pain, of force and submission, is intoxicating for most women. The man who recognizes this, and knows how to tap into it, who has the skill to be a good and powerful lover, will enjoy some delightful, even profound experiences indeed. He will also show his women that there are parts of themselves that they never knew existed, parts that they fear, but desire as well.  And his women will love him for this.

I Love Books Almost As Much as I Love Women…

07 Wednesday Mar 2012

Posted by Theseus X in culture, literature, women

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Quite true...

Almost as much as I love women, I love books.  The digital age is somewhat depressing: the closing of bookstores, the infatuation with everything electronic, the incredibly swift speed at which everything is now transmitted. Of course I enjoy all the benefits of the digital age too. The very fact that I am writing on this blog is proof of that. Still, I hope the book does not disappear.

A book is sort of like a woman. Each has a unique cover, but when opened and explored each one is different and yields different sorts of pleasures. You must put some effort into conquering each one, but the rewards in the end are usually worth the effort. And just as when you have throughly fucked a woman, and enjoyed the intimacies of sexual pleasure with her, so too when you have finished a good book you feel a sense of delight as well as sadness that it is now over. A good book should be read slowly and carefully, each page should be savored, the mind should be lost in a sort of strange intellectual pleasure. In the same way sex should be enjoyed with a woman: savor it, make it last, let your body get lost in the wonders of physical love, the way the mind can get lost in the wonders of intellectual stimulation. The tactile nature of a book can never been replaced by our electronic age, especially the sensuality of old books: the smell, texture, the treasures hidden within. A woman is also a wonderful, tactile delight like nothing else. And the thrill of wandering around a bookstores browsing whatever is at your fingertips is slowly being lost as more and more stores capitulate to the demands of the online world. It is like wandering around a city filled with lovely women. I hope some bookstores remain, and I am sure some will, but they will become rarer and harder to find. Perhaps the only thing more thrilling than being surrounded by beautiful women is to be surrounded by wonderful and accessible books.

A woman is sort of like a book...I feel drawn to it, and want to open and explore what's inside. And I never regret it afterward.

In this digital age, I will always love books first and foremost, no matter how many Kindles or Nooks or online devices are created. Paper and binding and wonderful book covers cannot be reproduced through digital technology. And there is something basic, earthy, about paper, and binding, in the same way there is something so basic about the pleasures of a beautiful woman.

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