April272012

banter-tits: This post won't be as interesting as you might expect

exploringinside:

Ugh, I’m trying to work this through in my mind and I keep going around in circles so am hoping that getting it written out here will help me sort out what I’m trying to say.

And that is probably the most sense this post will make. Skip it now if you want to avoid the…

I usually don’t imagine sex nor impersonate anybody when it comes to erotic media. Just looking at beautiful girls, if i’m in the right mood, sends a signal down my spine, a rush of blood through my body, makes me hard and in need of a touch, pressure, stroke. But then again, i don’t like actual porn that much. I’m fascinated with woman’s pleasure though, so sites like “I feel myself” do the thing and fake porn moans, which mostly sound like cries of pain, don’t. Come to think of it, maybe i do impersonate a woman in my mind, and her pleasure, so mysterious to me. I’m turned on with women getting wet, blush, breath heavily. So i do understand a bit GV’s point of view – imagining guys getting hard. Must also be mysterious to women - how does that hard cock feel? To be frank, i’m also turned on a bit by the pictures of erect penis, especially if it looks like mine. It’s a living embodiment of pleasure, just as a dripping wet vagina. Maybe a hidden homosexual aspect of my mind, i had an experience, stroking each other with a guy, we were very young. Being heteresexual though, this is probably why I do get all this japanese “futanari” fetish.

I love seeing the detail of a girl’s skin (that’s where my “skin” tag comes from), so I can almost feel the touch… but do I have to imagine myself touching it? Or is it enough to have the abstract feel in my mind? Yeah, I tend to be very abstract with my sexuality… Things don’t have to be real. I have crazy ideas for porn movies in my head, really abstract, no normal fucking, crazy S-F flavored stuff. Like a living spaceship with a cock on the pilot’s seat, the girl pilot has to maintain a pleasure level to send a vibe to the ship in order to fire it’s engines off (I thought anime could satisfy my fantasies, but it’s mostly BDSM, which i hate).

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March312012
My God. Exactly the type of a woman I love. She’s just too perfect. I love her body, her hair, her lips, her eyes, her very subtle make-up, her look… Also the photographer caught her in exactly the right moment and angle. That look, it’s as if more than just a body is depicted in here, like you can catch a glimpse of her inside, or is it just my fantasy, sexual but not strictly erotic, reflected in her eyes? This pic is holy. I need a ritual to protect the moment from being spoiled. I will breath deep three times and put it away. God, I almost fell in a love with a picture. Is it possible for a man that runs a blog with photos of girls to not treat the person to whom the depicted body belongs as an object? Even if indirectly, through the medium of the picture (object)? I really, really hope so. Becouse right now I almost feel ashamed, like in this picture all the safety of peep-shamelesness that comes with a static picture just eroded. All those pixels are no longer just pixels, no longer digits anymore. Why did she uncover herself, to me, to others? What does it mean that so many people can see, can reblog her? Is this body still hers? In what way? And no, black and white photos never evoke such emotions and questions in me, although they are so artsy-fartsy. The background here so simple, no studio… I hate the word art, but this is it. And yet it’s all so anonymous, came to me through random reblog chain. No source, photographer, model (how unappropriate, that word, here), nothing. EDIT: Ok I did some tracking, the model is Kara Neko and the photographer art T.

My God. Exactly the type of a woman I love. She’s just too perfect. I love her body, her hair, her lips, her eyes, her very subtle make-up, her look… Also the photographer caught her in exactly the right moment and angle. That look, it’s as if more than just a body is depicted in here, like you can catch a glimpse of her inside, or is it just my fantasy, sexual but not strictly erotic, reflected in her eyes?

This pic is holy. I need a ritual to protect the moment from being spoiled. I will breath deep three times and put it away. God, I almost fell in a love with a picture.

Is it possible for a man that runs a blog with photos of girls to not treat the person to whom the depicted body belongs as an object? Even if indirectly, through the medium of the picture (object)? I really, really hope so. Becouse right now I almost feel ashamed, like in this picture all the safety of peep-shamelesness that comes with a static picture just eroded. All those pixels are no longer just pixels, no longer digits anymore.

Why did she uncover herself, to me, to others? What does it mean that so many people can see, can reblog her? Is this body still hers? In what way?

And no, black and white photos never evoke such emotions and questions in me, although they are so artsy-fartsy. The background here so simple, no studio… I hate the word art, but this is it.

And yet it’s all so anonymous, came to me through random reblog chain. No source, photographer, model (how unappropriate, that word, here), nothing.

EDIT: Ok I did some tracking, the model is Kara Neko and the photographer art T.

(via nupox)

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March252012
sufferbloodywhore: cemetery sex To quote Lars Von Trier - making a good porn movie is helluva difficult. The sick, crazy setting would be a first good step. And a nice angle (sorry, close-up maniacs) Haven’t seen a good one for a long time. And with the sheer amount out there - i gave up searching. Realizing you spend most of your pleasure time on google isn’t fun.

sufferbloodywhore:

cemetery sex

To quote Lars Von Trier - making a good porn movie is helluva difficult.

The sick, crazy setting would be a first good step.

And a nice angle (sorry, close-up maniacs)

Haven’t seen a good one for a long time. And with the sheer amount out there - i gave up searching. Realizing you spend most of your pleasure time on google isn’t fun.

(Source: cinematicwasteland, via geekyvamp)

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1PM
geekyvamp: archiemcphee: This awesome bird is a male sage grouse. He’s puffing out his chest and extending his spiky tail feathers to create a pretty spectacular display. The bird can inflate two air sacs on its chest during its courtship ritual. This male sage grouse strutted around for hours while fanning his tail feathers and making a series of calls to females. Photographer Doug Dance drove more than 1,000 miles to photograph the courtship at Bluebank Lek, in Wyoming, America. [via Telegraph.co.uk] buahahahaha!!! man-boobs. Thanks clothedinsky for the link :)) you did put a smile on my grumpy face. LOL. There’s nothing “natural” about woman who tempts the helpless man to rape her. It can perfectly be the other way round. I wish it was, actually, in my case. And they are tempting. Women i mean, not birds. They are teasing with every move, fully clothed. No need even to “puff out” their chests and “making a series of calls”. I guess everybody has to suffer. Sexuality is suffering. But what fun would life be without such suffering. It’s like MMORPGs, grinding for your levels is boring. Is suffering. But we play those games for it. Uhmm… grinding. And rapists are like people rushing to the level cap missing all the content. I love awkward geeky metaphors. In the end nothing’s natural. Nothing’s cultural. There is no dualism of culture and nature. Is it possible rapists are men frustrated that they have no tits? It’s like one of this psychoanalitical mumbo-jumbo about woman discovering she has no “fallus”. And sounds equally as cool. Should make a theory out of that. I love writing random unconnected musings. Life itself is random and unconnected. Each connection we make is our own doing, our own play. Like penis in the vagina. Or vagina around the penis, to be pheminist-correct. I guess after this photo women can insult men by calling them titless instead of having no balls or small penis or anything like that. I always loved small boobs so i have no problem with that.

geekyvamp:

archiemcphee:

This awesome bird is a male sage grouse. He’s puffing out his chest and extending his spiky tail feathers to create a pretty spectacular display. The bird can inflate two air sacs on its chest during its courtship ritual. This male sage grouse strutted around for hours while fanning his tail feathers and making a series of calls to females. Photographer Doug Dance drove more than 1,000 miles to photograph the courtship at Bluebank Lek, in Wyoming, America.

[via Telegraph.co.uk]

buahahahaha!!! man-boobs. Thanks clothedinsky for the link :)) you did put a smile on my grumpy face.

LOL. There’s nothing “natural” about woman who tempts the helpless man to rape her. It can perfectly be the other way round.

I wish it was, actually, in my case. And they are tempting. Women i mean, not birds. They are teasing with every move, fully clothed. No need even to “puff out” their chests and “making a series of calls”.

I guess everybody has to suffer. Sexuality is suffering. But what fun would life be without such suffering.

It’s like MMORPGs, grinding for your levels is boring. Is suffering. But we play those games for it.

Uhmm… grinding.

And rapists are like people rushing to the level cap missing all the content.

I love awkward geeky metaphors.

In the end nothing’s natural. Nothing’s cultural. There is no dualism of culture and nature.

Is it possible rapists are men frustrated that they have no tits? It’s like one of this psychoanalitical mumbo-jumbo about woman discovering she has no “fallus”. And sounds equally as cool. Should make a theory out of that.

I love writing random unconnected musings.

Life itself is random and unconnected. Each connection we make is our own doing, our own play.

Like penis in the vagina.

Or vagina around the penis, to be pheminist-correct.

I guess after this photo women can insult men by calling them titless instead of having no balls or small penis or anything like that.

I always loved small boobs so i have no problem with that.

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March162012
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fuckmeimwet:

wow :)

http://fuckmeimwet.tumblr.com/

I really have to seek out the series. It’s cut too much in here. (“A girls guide to 21st century sex”…. why “girl’s”?)

What got me aroused when watching this? The shot where you see the wall move with each heartbeat. I strongly believe that the core of sex is not penis nor vagina, but heart, it’s increased pulse, heavy breath… So by watching this visible expression of heart itself, I can almost feel the arousal it represents.

Also one of my biggest turn-ons is when arousal is confronted with something casual, asexual, like if it’s fighting our own everyday self-consciousness. Here we have a cold, sterile, scientific explanation spoken over the visuals of an act of intense pleasure (you can hear the muffled moans of a girl in the background). The power of contrast works again. One of my dreams is to record a vocal track with some girl doing me a blowjob. Or the other around, pleasure a singing girl. Or have some nerdy discussion while masturbating mutually. Yes.

Oh, did anybody of you say it’s gross? I don’t understand it. There’s nothing more gross in here than penis, vagina, semen, saliva, pussy juice, all the things that are visible outside. Actually fake porn moans are more gross.

(via fuckmeimwet)

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March152012

“My boobs are small! Nobody understands me!”

The awkward feeling of pointlessness when trying to explain to a fixated girl that talking about breasts in categories “big” and “small” has no fucking sense whatsoever. No fucking sense.

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February292012

My (heterosexual, male) geeky philosophy of the erotic p. 1

(This are my own private thoughts, meant to be taken only as subjective account of experience)

Somewhere in the book “On violence”, Slavoj Žižek (slovenian philosopher - psychoanalyst) tries to argue that masturbation is better than sex. Although i see this statement as a bit exaggerated, probably on purpose, he does have a point. Masturbation is not a reduced sex. The ilussion, it seems, stems from the fact that both acts involve fantasising about women. It is easy to fall for treating the actual intercouse as “fantasy made flesh”. It is, though, far from it. In “Pervert’s guide to cinema” I believe, Žižek asks: what if fantasy (as opposed to the “actual thing”) is what sex is all about?

I think, that the difference between intercouse and masturbation lies in their relation to our erotic fantasies, not in what we actually do. In other words, these are two equal, though different, forms of experiencing erotic pleasure.

The crucial to this two forms of erotic pleasure is the experience of control. Control always borders with violence. In some interview, Žižek, exaggerating once again, defines sex as “masturbation using the other partner”. This means woman is reduced to a mere tool (i guess some of you BDSM fans are getting hot right now). The so-called dominant personality in sex amounts here to masturbating while pretending that it’s not masturbation. But the woman here is never just the tool. She can only pretend to be.

No offence to people who do like this kind of roleplay. I just think that the whole another dimension, which is exactly intercouse, a completely different quality than masturbation, escapes the picture here.

But, and here’s my other point, as dominant-submissive dynamic is, like every experience involving more than one person, a role-play, it isn’t also a true experience of control. Masturbation is.

So for me, BDSM is not extreme. It’s actually oscillating between two poles: giving in to the uncontrollable dynamic of more than one person involved, or an experience of self-control. You want to push to the extreme (and i don’t say you have to), you choose one of the extremes. You want to play just a step from the truth, you dance in the middle.

(Coming soon: reflection on a hentai game, that does involve BDSM, but gets me hot)

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February212012
geekyvamp: I’ve just been having an in-box conversation about the relationship between sex and power triggered by the request for me to debase myself for the pleasure of some stranger and their disgusting blog. Of COURSE sex and power are intimately connected. like.. duh. Power play is a great deal of fun. But there are two issues here for me. One is about the pleasure of power dynamics. The other is about the relationship of this highly gendered D/S play to gender relations in the wider culture. Firstly, speaking personally about the eroticism of power dynamics: the dominant has to earn the right to dominate. I am yet to meet the man who is worthy of truly dominating me. I resist it. Possibly for personal reasons (I’ve written on my blog before about how from 18-21 I was in a highly physically and psychologically abusive relationship. no need to go over it again here). Rather, I prefer a wrestle between equals, or to be the mistress. And there are men who are quite willing for me to dominate them. Why? Because I am (quote) “awesome” (unquote).  But even so, I don’t want to debase a man. I don’t want a man who I see as lesser than myself, and I don’t want to humiliate him. He must retain his strength in submission. For me, there is no fun, no frisson in debasement. why would I want something that’s worthless? why would I want to be treated as worthless? there’s greater power in having someone who knows their own value willingly submitting to you. I know others feel differently, but there’s a difference between allowing yourself to be vulnerable and controlled and used as a sex toy and being debased while it’s happening. again: my opinion. Ok, so the wider culture thing. That essay I reblogged yesterday - the feminist essay on porn, had something to say about this. Basically, we live in a world of institutionalised gender inequality: where women earn far less; hold a tiny minority of power in boardrooms and politics; do the vast majority of unpaid domestic labour; where 1 in 4 or something have been sexually assaulted; and substantial numbers are victims of domestic violence. so I get disturbed by the way this power imbalance seems to be fetishised in porn. so much of porn is about male dominance over women. some of it can be done in a way that turns me on. of course I want to be fucked roughly against a wall by a glorious man who has earned the right to fuck me roughly against a wall by the power of his awesomeness. but a lot of it seems fucked up, and just insidiously eroticising things that are fucked up in real life. No offense to those who find that kind of thing hot, but perhaps some reflection on why you find it hot might be healthy.

geekyvamp:

I’ve just been having an in-box conversation about the relationship between sex and power triggered by the request for me to debase myself for the pleasure of some stranger and their disgusting blog. Of COURSE sex and power are intimately connected. like.. duh. Power play is a great deal of fun.

But there are two issues here for me. One is about the pleasure of power dynamics. The other is about the relationship of this highly gendered D/S play to gender relations in the wider culture. Firstly, speaking personally about the eroticism of power dynamics: the dominant has to earn the right to dominate. I am yet to meet the man who is worthy of truly dominating me. I resist it. Possibly for personal reasons (I’ve written on my blog before about how from 18-21 I was in a highly physically and psychologically abusive relationship. no need to go over it again here). Rather, I prefer a wrestle between equals, or to be the mistress. And there are men who are quite willing for me to dominate them. Why? Because I am (quote) “awesome” (unquote).  But even so, I don’t want to debase a man. I don’t want a man who I see as lesser than myself, and I don’t want to humiliate him. He must retain his strength in submission. For me, there is no fun, no frisson in debasement. why would I want something that’s worthless? why would I want to be treated as worthless? there’s greater power in having someone who knows their own value willingly submitting to you. I know others feel differently, but there’s a difference between allowing yourself to be vulnerable and controlled and used as a sex toy and being debased while it’s happening. again: my opinion.

Ok, so the wider culture thing. That essay I reblogged yesterday - the feminist essay on porn, had something to say about this. Basically, we live in a world of institutionalised gender inequality: where women earn far less; hold a tiny minority of power in boardrooms and politics; do the vast majority of unpaid domestic labour; where 1 in 4 or something have been sexually assaulted; and substantial numbers are victims of domestic violence. so I get disturbed by the way this power imbalance seems to be fetishised in porn. so much of porn is about male dominance over women. some of it can be done in a way that turns me on. of course I want to be fucked roughly against a wall by a glorious man who has earned the right to fuck me roughly against a wall by the power of his awesomeness. but a lot of it seems fucked up, and just insidiously eroticising things that are fucked up in real life.

No offense to those who find that kind of thing hot, but perhaps some reflection on why you find it hot might be healthy.

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February82012

Ok, it’s time for a goosebumps fest! This search shows that goosebumps on legs are recieving much more interest than goosebumps on other parts of the body. There’s lack of photos of goosebumps on arms. If somebody cares to submit - they’re welcome.

I have an urge to make this blog much more goosebumps oriented. We’ll see.

For now, behold: the beauty of the goosebumps!

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January262012
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marydear:

adzzzzz:yourmoansareasymphony:

There’s not enough porn like this. Watch it. Watch it. Now.

Fuck all that bollocks porn and watch this. Seriously.

I didn’t know that ‘ifeelmyself’ went this way.

This is real. This is hot. 

Yeah, this is feeling it, not faking it. And this is how a woman who has just cum looks - happy. That whole “the expressions of pleasure are so close to the expressions of pain” line of argument in the defence of a lot of bad porn suddently seems quite far-fetched after watching this, no?

This is sex, not porn.

(via ladylovesbodies)

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