Fetish, Eroticism, etc..
Is this an appropriate forum to discuss such things? I care not.
I decided a while back that I was going to use this blog as a tool to do what I’ve never been able/given the opportunity to do, and that is to reveal myself bare (no pictures of my nudity, of course; those are merely available on a “by request” basis). The purpose, aside from being able to express things that I normally never get a chance to, is actually practical. The better you know who I am, the more accurately you can judge if my articles on film will jive with your own opinions.
So today it is eros. What turns my crank? What floats my boat? What makes my penis erect, as a fella says? Gives me a bone-on.
What is the most irresistibly sexy, erotic thing to me?
I should preface by saying that if you are expecting something unique or disturbing, or even mildly decadent, you are in for a disappointment. I’m not into getting whipped, beaten or defecated upon… cut open or being spoken harshly to. I don’t see anything especially sexy about amputees, asphyxiation, dwarfs, cartoon characters (anymore, but you should have seen me when I was eight!), children, the elderly, the dead, or the sleeping. I don’t even find that common things like leather or (dare I mention it?) pornography are anything special or noteworthy.
No, I love the female form. It’s as simple and as complicated as that.
I love how a woman looks from afar; how they fill out their clothes; the entire profile. And if I get a chance, I love admiring them close up and revealed.
I love how skin wraps around a woman’s curves.
How a woman moves, twitches and yawns.
How she breathes upon being touched.
Her hidden grooves and nooks.
The cleft of her breasts, and eventually the breasts themselves – the entire scope of them. How her nipples respond to cold or touch.
How her back and her legs are estranged and foreign to each other, but forever connected at the ass.
Her belly button. (I’ve often stated a prediction that the belly button will eventually become the dominant sexual “place” of the modern woman, usurping the breasts, ass and pussy.)
Her face.
Her eyes. Her brows.
Her neck.
Her chin.
Her lips.
The inside of her mouth. Her tongue.
The inside of her.
Even (especially) a woman’s imperfections I find fascinating. Scars, blemishes, stretched skin; they all serve their purpose: To ensure that each woman is unique… Beautiful on their own terms.
(There are many, many more individual attributes here that I could illuminate, but I am happy enough with full knowledge that I have made an incomplete list. I hope you get an idea of the essence of what I mean.)
As an admirer (I should mention that I have no delusions of being by myself on this particular view – I did say that my afflictions were boring and commonplace compared to more exotic tastes) I find that anything that can accentuate female nudity to enhance the experience to be of great use. Hence, I love a woman who is showering or in a bath. Soapy, in bubbles, or just wet. If I am lucky enough to share that experience with her, I love how her slippery body feels pressed against my own.
Which brings me to the greatest accent of the female form of all time, the orgasm. All five senses in harmonious eroticism – that is the #1, most irresistibly sexy thing to me. I might even say that I prefer a woman sharing her orgasm with me than I do experiencing my own.
Now let’s tie this back to its cinematic relevance, which is what we’re all here to actually discuss. I said that pornography is not erotic to me which is true… but erotic cinema is. Pornography is blunt and crude. It takes no or very little time to establish itself. Erotic cinema, when done correctly, treats sex with sensitivity and scope. It gives its players lighting and motive and characters to know and understand. Dialogue to remember.
I have mentioned a film called “Exterminating Angels” on a couple of occasions. I find it to be the finest example (for me). The grounding of that picture is watching as women give themselves, and each other, orgasms. I don’t care about the personal biography or supernatural crap in it. I care about the sexy gettin’-it-on.
Philip Kaufman’s “Henry and June” is similarly potent. Its base is the curiously (and ridiculously) sexy actress, Maria de Medeiros.
But it doesn’t always have to be quiet either. Ang Lee’s “Lust/Caution” is very raw in its sexuality. Wayne Wang’s “The Center of the World” offers ideas and emotion with its sex. And “The Glamorous Life of Sachiko Hanai” is smart and downright silly.
But now that I am finished what is essentially a blog post of lists, I invite my readers to share with me their own personal tastes and distastes. Not that anyone will, of course. I'll be honest. This was a difficult post for me to write.
I decided a while back that I was going to use this blog as a tool to do what I’ve never been able/given the opportunity to do, and that is to reveal myself bare (no pictures of my nudity, of course; those are merely available on a “by request” basis). The purpose, aside from being able to express things that I normally never get a chance to, is actually practical. The better you know who I am, the more accurately you can judge if my articles on film will jive with your own opinions.
So today it is eros. What turns my crank? What floats my boat? What makes my penis erect, as a fella says? Gives me a bone-on.
What is the most irresistibly sexy, erotic thing to me?
I should preface by saying that if you are expecting something unique or disturbing, or even mildly decadent, you are in for a disappointment. I’m not into getting whipped, beaten or defecated upon… cut open or being spoken harshly to. I don’t see anything especially sexy about amputees, asphyxiation, dwarfs, cartoon characters (anymore, but you should have seen me when I was eight!), children, the elderly, the dead, or the sleeping. I don’t even find that common things like leather or (dare I mention it?) pornography are anything special or noteworthy.
No, I love the female form. It’s as simple and as complicated as that.
I love how a woman looks from afar; how they fill out their clothes; the entire profile. And if I get a chance, I love admiring them close up and revealed.
I love how skin wraps around a woman’s curves.
How a woman moves, twitches and yawns.
How she breathes upon being touched.
Her hidden grooves and nooks.
The cleft of her breasts, and eventually the breasts themselves – the entire scope of them. How her nipples respond to cold or touch.
How her back and her legs are estranged and foreign to each other, but forever connected at the ass.
Her belly button. (I’ve often stated a prediction that the belly button will eventually become the dominant sexual “place” of the modern woman, usurping the breasts, ass and pussy.)
Her face.
Her eyes. Her brows.
Her neck.
Her chin.
Her lips.
The inside of her mouth. Her tongue.
The inside of her.
Even (especially) a woman’s imperfections I find fascinating. Scars, blemishes, stretched skin; they all serve their purpose: To ensure that each woman is unique… Beautiful on their own terms.
(There are many, many more individual attributes here that I could illuminate, but I am happy enough with full knowledge that I have made an incomplete list. I hope you get an idea of the essence of what I mean.)
As an admirer (I should mention that I have no delusions of being by myself on this particular view – I did say that my afflictions were boring and commonplace compared to more exotic tastes) I find that anything that can accentuate female nudity to enhance the experience to be of great use. Hence, I love a woman who is showering or in a bath. Soapy, in bubbles, or just wet. If I am lucky enough to share that experience with her, I love how her slippery body feels pressed against my own.
Which brings me to the greatest accent of the female form of all time, the orgasm. All five senses in harmonious eroticism – that is the #1, most irresistibly sexy thing to me. I might even say that I prefer a woman sharing her orgasm with me than I do experiencing my own.
Now let’s tie this back to its cinematic relevance, which is what we’re all here to actually discuss. I said that pornography is not erotic to me which is true… but erotic cinema is. Pornography is blunt and crude. It takes no or very little time to establish itself. Erotic cinema, when done correctly, treats sex with sensitivity and scope. It gives its players lighting and motive and characters to know and understand. Dialogue to remember.
I have mentioned a film called “Exterminating Angels” on a couple of occasions. I find it to be the finest example (for me). The grounding of that picture is watching as women give themselves, and each other, orgasms. I don’t care about the personal biography or supernatural crap in it. I care about the sexy gettin’-it-on.
Philip Kaufman’s “Henry and June” is similarly potent. Its base is the curiously (and ridiculously) sexy actress, Maria de Medeiros.
But it doesn’t always have to be quiet either. Ang Lee’s “Lust/Caution” is very raw in its sexuality. Wayne Wang’s “The Center of the World” offers ideas and emotion with its sex. And “The Glamorous Life of Sachiko Hanai” is smart and downright silly.
But now that I am finished what is essentially a blog post of lists, I invite my readers to share with me their own personal tastes and distastes. Not that anyone will, of course. I'll be honest. This was a difficult post for me to write.
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