Another year comes to an end. Tomorrow another year begins. I think a fine way to close out 2012 is to appreciate a little bit of beauty.
I love nymphs. I love not only the ancient ideas of nymphs, those divine, mysterious creatures that inhabit difference parts of the natural world, such as woods, lakes, rivers, mountains, ect, but I love the real life nymphs of our present day world, those wonderful and lovely feminine beauties I see wandering about each day.
But what is a nymph? I suppose there are many different interpretations. In its most basic form, a nymph is a divine female creature from Greek mythology. Let me quote Wikipedia for the best description:
A nymph in Greek mythology is a minor female nature deity typically associated with a particular location or landform. There are 5 different types of nymphs, Celestial Nymphs, Sea Nymphs, Land Nymphs, Wood Nymphs and Underworld Nymphs. Different from goddesses, nymphs are generally regarded as divine spirits who animate nature, and are usually depicted as beautiful, young nubile maidens who love to dance and sing; their amorous freedom sets them apart from the restricted and chaste wives and daughters of the Greek polis. They are believed to dwell in mountains and groves, by springs and rivers, and also in trees and in valleys and cool grottoes. Although they would never die of old age nor illness, and could give birth to fully immortal children if mated to a god, they themselves were not necessarily immortal, and could be beholden to death in various forms.
Even in modern day Greece, much folklore, especially rural, still accepts the existence of nymphs. Ah, how difficult it is to wipe away the more delightful stories of ancient pagan world!
What is most fascinating about nymphs is not only their capricious beauty and dangerous sexuality, but also their deep and primal association with the nature and the natural world. There is a wonderful earthy beauty to the whole phenomenon of nymphs, just as their a wonderful earthy beauty to the essence of sexuality. Nature, earth and sex: life does not get more basic than that. But nymphs are not mere playthings. Like nature itself, they must be respected. Like nature, they are both beautiful and dangerous. These are beautiful creatures who will destroy men in their (the nymph’s) pursuit of sexual pleasure. Given the rather cloistered lives that most women led in the ancient world, this is a rather frank and unusual depiction of female sexual desire. It seems to suggest the danger that many men felt in the presence of unbridled female sexuality. The manosphere often talks about the feral nature of a woman’s sexuality, and usually in a tone that suggests great danger and apprehension. Nymphs are a reflection of male desire, but also the fear that many men have of the willing and sexually open female. In many ways much of female sexuality makes men uncomfortable. Not only can they not understand it, which makes them uneasy, but they fear the consequences of being drawn into a sexually aggressive woman. Nymphs are the Greek world’s imaginative acceptance of the many sided and hard to understand nature of the female sex drive, at least from the male perspective. Even today, the phrase “nymphomaniac” is a pejorative description of a highly sexed woman.
One of the most famous stories of sexually dangerous nymphs is that of Hylas. Hylas was a figure in Greek mythology who was a companion of Hercules. There are many different stories of Hylas, but one of the most famous is that on a journey with Jason and Argonauts he met a band of water nymphs, became enamored with them, and was forever lost and never seen again. Whether he died, or spent the rest of his life in sexual bliss with these beautiful creatures, is not known. I would like to imagine the later. After all, when it comes to the imagination, I do love to let my mind wander.
I like my own images of women posted here to be somewhat nymph like. What I try to capture in these photos is the beauty, mystery, and allure of women. Nymphs always possessed those qualities. As I said earlier, I love nymphs, whether of the mythological kind, or the kind that still exist today. As a matter fact, I think I will start a new series, a series on nymphs. I look forward to posting various photos of various types of nymphs, whether wood nymphs, water nymphs, mountain nymphs, or any other type of nymph I can find. Yes, the world is still filled with such beauties, beauties ever ancient and ever new (to paraphrase St. Augustine)! I enjoy celebrating that.
So let beauty reign! I love it all.
So it is now Christmas Eve, one of the most cherished dates on the Christian calender. Who does not like Christmas Eve? How many wonderful memories are conjured up by this wonderful, winter holiday. Perhaps we are subconsciously tapping into something from our ancient past when we celebrate Christmas Eve, because so many people who never really pay much attention to the Christian religion throughout the year still enjoy the splendor and magic of this joyous night. The day is short, the evening comes early, we rejoice and delight in the lights and music and festivities. We gather with family and friends to enjoy a wonderful time, good food, and overall good cheer. Yet as we know the date of Christmas comes from the old pagan winter solstice festivals, and in particular the Roman festival of the Saturnalia, which fell around the same time as the winter solstice, December 21. I always find it interesting, and amusing, how many ancient pagan rituals and festivals were incorporated into the Catholic religion and are still in use today. Most Protestants, wary of the Catholic love of rites, feasts, rituals and traditions, keep the date of Christmas too, and by doing so they are really showing their debt to the Catholic Church.
There is something beautiful about Christmas Eve. It seems more special than Christmas day itself. Perhaps it is the mystical, magical quality of nighttime, with all its soft, delicate shades and shadows, the mysteriousness of a darkening world enveloping us. Add to this earthy mysticism the birth of Christ, with the shepherds and the stars and the angels singing and the unknowable meaning of it all. The actual account in the Bible is rather sparse and it was only through later centuries of artistic embellishment that we have the common ideas and images of Christmas Eve that we have today. Again, the spirituality of the moment is due in part to the ancient pagan festivals celebrating the Winter solstice. There is a powerful mix in these ancient pagan festivals centered around nature and the earth, light and dark, and the more transcendent, spiritually uplifting beliefs in the redemption brought about by the birth of Christ. The mixture of Christian goodness and pagan earthly vitality is powerful. God is good, he created the world, he created man, and we celebrate that. He created the beauty of the world, including erotic beauty, and he created women to be loved by men. God created sex. He created love. And Christmas is first and foremost and last of all a story about love, both divine and human. In the midst of the darkness of Winter it is a story about hope and light and love. When we come together with our family and friends we somehow and in some way reflect and continue that ancient love.
So I wish everyone a Merry Christmas!
What is life without poetry? What is life without beauty? What is life without mysticism? What is life without God? Recently these questions have been swirling around my mind and heart more deeply than before. Being close to death changes you. How, I am not sure yet, but I know it has changed me.
I will still write about beauty; but sex, well, that just not seem as important now. At least for now. Perhaps that might change. But when your body is close to death, all of a sudden the pursuit of sexual pleasure seems somewhat trivial, futile, even absurd. Farewell, the pleasures of the flesh. When the flesh is about to die, those pleasures are the last thing on your mind.
So what is there to life beyond fleshly pleasures? Art transcends sexuality. Love transcends sexuality. Beauty transcends sexuality. I can still appreciate beauty, but it is from a more detached, almost distant perspective. It is the beauty of a blustery mountain top: forbidding, distant, fearful, terrible. How small and insignificant we all seem when confronted with our own mortality, when confronted with the expanse of the entire universe, and how we at any time may suddenly drift forever into that unknown expanse, dissolved and never to be known or seen again in this material world of ours. It humbles the soul. Our own weakness, our complete subjugation to the everlasting and eternal laws of nature, is a terrible thing.
Love and beauty have redemptive powers. Of course there is the great act of Christian redemption, and as we approach Christmas I am always reminded of how the story of the birth of Christ ends up: the cross. My quarrels with institutionalized forms of Christianity aside, these things still matter to me. After having nearly died two weeks ago, they mean even more to me now.
There is also the beauty of women. I still love a woman’s body. It is one of the most divine creations in the universe, for it is through a woman’s body that life, our lives and our world, are transmitted. The alluring beauty of it all remains a deep and delightful mystery to me.
So I still thirst after the beauty of life, after art and love and eroticism and God, albeit from a different perspective than before. Call it a desire for the poetry of our existence. It is out there, this inexhaustible source of delight and fascination and spiritual nourishment, this ultimately unknowable poetical mysticism of our tenuous and fragile world. What a pleasure it is to once again have the opportunity to explore this wonderful gift from God.
Even after my recent, close brush with death, I still feel the desire to fill my soul with beautiful things. As a matter of fact, now that I have a deeper sense of the quick transience of life, I desire beauty even more deeply than before. I am still not sure where my recent experience will take me. What I am sure of is that it will take me some place different from where I have been before.
Sex is fleeting. Beauty is eternal. The pleasures that come from sex are indeed wonderful, but they do not last. After the orgasm is over, you must wait for another. The wait may not be long, or it may be long. It is always hard to say. When we are sick, sex seems to be the furthest thing from our thoughts. But there is something deeply satisfying about being touched by the delights of beauty. Beauty can linger, can last, long after the object of beauty has passed from our sight. Like a fine wine or fine food, like fine music or fine art, like a good conversation or a warm embrace, beauty possesses something permanent, but it is a permanence that is hard to describe. To me, it is a permanence that has its origins somehow in the great, vast mystery of divinity, of God and love and eternal spirituality. As the Prophet Mohammed says, “God is beautiful and loves beauty.” Although I am not a Muslim, I think that statement is one of the best I have ever heard as an expression of spiritual truth and beauty.
When I post a nude photo of a woman, I am not so much trying to elicit a sexual response from my readers, but rather, I am attempting to convey the beauty of life as found in eroticism. We are immersed in a world of eroticism for most of our lives. I enjoy exploring the beauty of that world and those experiences.
So as I continue on the road to recovery, a road to where I am not sure I will be ultimately led, I post a few more images of beauty: beautiful women.
Recently I had a close brush with death. Only being close to a good hospital saved my life. I have not blogged since then. Somehow, after experiencing what I went through, blogging about sex seems somewhat trivial. Now, as I try to gather my thoughts, as I try to recuperate, I am trying to find something to write about.
I am sure I will return to erotic things, but in the meantime, it is hard to muster the energy to do so. For the time being, I suppose I will focus a bit more on spiritual matters. Nearly dying tends to focus the mind and heart and soul on such thoughts. Beauty takes on an even more spectacular and brilliant hue when tempered through suffering.
Is this becoming a fetish for me? If it involves a girl with a nice ass, then the answer would be yes.
Yes, yes, yes!
A recent study in the Journal for Sex Research reveals that porn stars are actually happier, healthier, and enjoy sex more than the average person: http://andrewsullivan.thedailybeast.com/2012/12/porn-stars-are-happier-than-you.html
Although I have not read the study, it comes from an objective, academic, peer reviewed journal and is not some superficial piece of writing. It is actual research and scholarship.
The study concludes: “In terms of psychological characteristics, porn actresses had higher levels of self-esteem, positive feelings, social support, sexual satisfaction, and spirituality compared to [other women]” Porn actresses tend to be healthy and happy in ways that belie the common stereotypes of them as damaged, sexually abused beings. Some are damaged, to be sure, (as are some people in any walk of life) but many more are women who simply enjoy sex more than the average person. It only makes sense that highly sexual people would enter the adult entertainment industry. According to the study, 69% of porn stars said they greatly enjoyed sex, as compared with only 39% of the general population. As this author points out: http://jezebel.com/5963606/sorry-second-wave-feminists-porn-stars-are-actually-emotionally-stable-self+confident-women-who-werent-molested-as-kids, one of the keys to understanding this may be that women in porn are more comfortable with their bodies than the average woman. After all, they have to be. Previous studies reveal that women who go to topless beaches are also more comfortable with their bodies, had higher self-esteem, and therefore enjoyed sex more. Sex is a physical activity, and being uncomfortable with your body is naturally going to inhibit sexual activity.
This is bad news for the old, hag feminists such as Andrea Dworkin or Catherine MacKinnon, two of the most anti-sex, anti-porn, anti-nudity, “all men are rapist” bitch-harpy feminists who ever walked the face of the earth. I don’t much, or really care to know that much, about feminism, but I do know that among the younger set of women today who might identify themselves as feminist, many are actually pro-porn and certainly pro-sex. They often reject the anti-sexual radicalism of the older generation of witch feminists, such as Dworkin or MacKinnon. They not only enjoy sex and porn themselves, but see such enjoyment, and the choice thereof, as a form of female freedom and empowerment. I personally love a girl who loves porn and sex!
This is also bad news for the moral crusaders and conservatives, religious or secular. The recent Republican candidates for president revealed how many people out there are still trapped in a nineteenth century view of female sexuality: namely, the woman as an asexual, pristine moral being who is devoid of all the nastier sexual proclivities once thought to belong exclusively to men. The actual sexual experiences of contemporary women tend to say otherwise.
This is an interesting study, and only time will tell if its findings are legitimate or not. I think they are, based not only on the quality of the journal publishing the study, but also on my own experiences with female sexuality. One of great delights of my life has been discovering the hidden, feral nature of female sexuality among different women, or helping women discover that sexuality for themselves. Such discoveries, such mutual pleasure sharing, are indeed a great delight.
The above is a beautiful photo. As readers of this blog know, I enjoy posting nude and erotic photos of women. For many of the more religious bent, or Fox News brainwashed “conservatives”, these photos are considered “porn” or even “filth”. However, I do not consider the photos I post here porn, at least in the modern sense of the world. For some people though, “porn” constitutes any depiction of the human body which is in any way nude. For these people, “porn” is any kind of depiction of human sexuality, whether verbal or visual, which somehow violates traditional Christian notions of biblical sexuality. I am sure I could say the same thing for Muslims or Mormons or Orthodox Jews or any other hard core religious group. Anything which may lead the mind to wander, to fantasize or lust after something sexual, is forbidden to most religious conservatives. Being pure, especially sexually, is a clarion call for many in these communities. Many even describe their approach to such sexual issues in militant terms, using such phrases as “the battle for purity”, etc. And for those committed to this war, what a never ending battle it is. Those naturally occurring phenomena of our human sexuality, such as the erect penis and the wet vagina, are usually quite the pesky and disobedient foes of religious purity.
I enjoy erotic photos of women. I love the female body and find it quite beautiful, just as I love women and find them to be quite beautiful. However, I do not enjoy merely any and all erotic photos. For me, an erotic photo needs to have certain qualities, and certain standards. Otherwise, I will find no pleasure in the photo (or painting, drawing, etc.). Too many, perhaps most, of the nude photos and images out there are simply too crude for my tastes, and hence too crude to make the cut for this blog. I want the photos posted here to possess at least some degree of beauty. Without beauty, an erotic photo quickly degenerates into something vile and base, something which appeals purely the lower instincts of our nature. Obviously there is a fine line between the two–what is cruder types of porn and what is good erotic art–and no definitive definition can ever really be created. Subjectivity is the essence of artistic appreciation. Still, at least for myself and this blog, there are certain qualities and standards that I try to adhere to when posting nude photos. Here are some of overall conditions and random thoughts on the matter:
1) My overall goal is a celebration of feminine beauty.
2) The photo must have a certain degree of beauty. What this is means is good lighting, a good background, and an overall harmonious balance and symmetry in the image. Above all I want the photo to express the beauty of the female form. A good nude photo should be a celebration of loveliness.
3) I do not like, nor do I post, close up shots of vaginas or women spread eagle. You can find that sort of thing in most sex blogs, or in older magazines, such as Hustler. I never liked such shots. To me the fascination with gynecological close ups of female genitalia is a little weird. I image fat truck drivers jerking off to such photos in their spare time at truck stops. A good erotic photo should depict and reflect the entire person and not simply body parts.
4) Although I will occasionally post explicit erotica, for the most part, I am interested solely in nudes. When I do post a more explicit piece, again, I strive for a depiction of beauty rather than a simple and straightforward sex act. Again, I am striving to find works that artistically depict the beauty of human sexuality.
5) As I have repeatedly stated on this blog, I find most porn to be crude, at least 90% of the stuff out there. I am hoping on this blog to post some of the 10% which might be good, even uplifting, and which might have some value beyond merely male masturbation material. Since human sexuality and eroticism is a part of our lives, and a powerful part indeed, I think erotic art has a legitimate place in the world as an expression and reflection of our all pervasive sexuality. So I hope this blog at least reflects something of that.
But again, most of all, this blog is a celebration of female beauty, the loveliness of women, and the joys and pleasures of human sexuality in all its various forms. I hope the photos posted here somehow capture at least something of that.