Here is Racer X’s contribution to this hallowed day! Oh yes, I do love to celebrate, and enjoy, all the pleasures of international women.
And since today is a celebration of “international women”, this particular photo is a lovely specimen of that highly valued but increasingly rare form of beauty, European beauty.
March is the cruelest month of the year. Whereas January and February offer no hope at all for warmth and sun, and only offer instead two months of cold and darkness, March at least teases us with the hope of warmer weather, and longer days. Now, the longer days are guaranteed, but the warmer weather (at least consistently warmer) is not. We still must wait a few more weeks for the delightful rebirth of nature. March is a good month to teach us patience.
So, here is a nice image to remind us that spring will eventually arrive, and with the arrival of spring, all the beauty that spring can offer.
Here is a old photo of two beauties. I am not sure when it was taken, but it was clearly some time before the age of the digital and phone cameras. Selfies did not exist before the advent of the iphone.
What is pleasing about this photo, despite its obvious silliness, is the completely all natural look of the two girls. There is nothing fake here. This is how women should look, at least as far as Racer X is concerned.
Oh yes, and as must be repeated every now and again, a woman’s bush is a wonderfully erotic sight. I have railed against the modern fad of the completely shaven Mons Veneris. Why do they do this? I don’t like it. I like to be reminded that I am with a real woman, not something else.
This is a little bit of beauty for a Sunday. It is always good, especially in the age of Harvey Weinstein, to reassert the value of good erotic art. An erotic sculpture, painting or photograph is something to be valued, even if just in private. A good erotic image should show the beauty of the human form, and instill within us some pleasant feeling of the goodness of creation. Good erotic art is meant to uplift and celebrate our humanity and the pleasures of love, and not, as Harvey Weisntein and most of his Hollywood ilk do, debase and sully what is supposed to be a beautiful gift from God.
Summer is a time of warmth and beauty and happiness. We all love being warm. We all love light. We all love the ease and freedom that seems to flourish during summer. It is the best time of the year.
Now that we are fast approaching the Autumnal Equinox, on Friday, we have officially reached the end of the Summer. On Friday, September 22 the Sun will be directly over the equator, and from that date until December 21, the Winter Solstice, the days in the Northern hemisphere will begin to become shorter, and the nights longer.
I prefer light to darkness, but the darkness of Fall has its own particular kind of beauty. Until that finally happens though, here is one last tribute to another Summer season as it fades into the shadows of Fall and finally disappears all together into the darkness of Winter.
Beauty can be a mysterious thing, ineffable and in many ways beyond mere comprehension. This is perhaps what entices us about beauty, the ultimate inability to fully understand her compelling, alluring powers. Those powers cannot be denied though. They are there and present in our daily lives, if we so chose to enjoy them.
Now, I have never even heard of this girl until I read this headline today, so I felt deep desire to do some research. And what I came up with was this beauty: Emily Ratajkowski.
Since I have never seen her act, I cannot judge her talents, but I can say quite safely that she is quite lovely. She claims that Hollywood will not give her work because she is too feminine, and in particular, her breasts are too big.
“There’s this thing that happens to me: ‘Oh, she’s too sexy.’ It’s like an anti-woman thing, that people don’t want to work with me because my boobs are too big,” she told Harper’s Bazaar Australia for their August issue.
“What’s wrong with boobs? They’re a beautiful, feminine thing that needs to be celebrated,” she said, “Like, who cares? They are great big, they are great small. Why should that be an issue?”
If it is true that Hollywood is overlooking this lovely female because of her overly feminine features, then this shows how far that corrupt and depraved institution has fallen into the androgynous culture that most of the modern Left embraces.
As a blog which celebrate beauty, especially feminine beauty, this particular beauty should have more exposure in Hollywood. If that were to happen, the world would be a better place!
Yes indeed, boobs are are “a beautiful, feminine thing that needs to be celebrated.” Despite the madness of the feminists and other crazed Leftist all around us, this blog will make sure that happens.
After a few post dealing with the insanity of the Western world, especially with respect to its submission to Islam, this is a nice oasis of traditional Western beauty. This is a choir from a Serbian Orthodox Church, which is part of the overall Eastern Orthodox Church. I do not know Serbian, which is Slavic language, so I do know the lyrics here, but as the heading says, this a rendition of Psalm 135. Its melody alone conveys a deep spirituality of mystical dimensions.
It is truly beautiful, hauntingly beautiful, a lovely reminder of the heights and glories that the Western tradition has and can still reach, once we rid ourselves of the utterly destructive poison of cultural Marxism.
As is increasingly becoming clear each day, we are at war, a war for the soul of the West in general, and the White Man in particular. It is war that is being waged both on the inside, from the Marxist Left, and from the outside, by Islamic crusaders and their ever growing migrant hoards flooding into European countries, as well as the United States.
So in these increasingly dark times, let us look to such pearls of beauty as this for a reminder of what we are fighting for, at least those of us who still value the great and glorious heritage of the Western world. This hymn is a like a sip of cool water in the parched desert of our present culture.