Question of the Day: Which Animal Do You Identify With Most?

Which Animal Do You Identify With Most?

     Sculptress, Kira Od, masterfully creates bronze scultures of "Hybrids"; part human, part animal.  I have such an affinity for sculptors because they create three-diminsional fiction.  She does a great job at translating their personalities, giving each creature a soul.  Some of them exude sexuality, others raw strength; it makes me wonder which qualities shine from me when I'm walking around.

     If I could afford it, I would pay her to create a Man-Octopus Hybrid.

You can enjoy more her art:

http://www.kiraod.com/index.html

Video - "The Garden of Eve"

This is the closest I have ever been to hypnotised...

It's a beautiful kaleidoscope of sex, sounds and jazz...

ENJOY

Katoptronophilia: Love for Mirrors

Don't we all love mirrors?

Witnessing delicious new angles, new perspectives

Playing both exhibitionist and voyeur

Gaining a whole new appreciation of the love we make...

     Mirrors are probably my favorite sex toy.  If I had it my way, my bedroom would be covered wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling with big, seamless mirrors.  It's something about being in that third person point of view.  Masturbating with small hand held mirrors are especially fun, watching my erection from a cocksuckers' point of view.  I also like to insert anal beads, amongst other things, and watch myself pull them out slowly.  I sometimes don't recognize the reflection as myself; I get captivated by the show reflected in my hand. 

     I biggest fantasy: having an orgy in front of mirrors, multiplying our naked group into a crowd.  Wouldn't that be a beautiful visual?  Hundreds of people making love in unison!  I'm becoming aroused just thinking about what that would look like.

     Technology is also expanding on this fetish; live stream cameras, multiple cameras, big screen monitors.  I would be interested in setting up a cameras focusing on weird areas of the body during sex.  For example, capturing a close up of her dangling foot as it bobs up and down from the momentum of us fucking.  Or I could set the camera underneath us and watch our penetration on the big screen.  The possibilities are limitless!

Memories of the Original Sin

Reach back with me...

     Remember the first time your impulses lead you astray?  Feel the tension build in the pit of your stomach as you are swept away into the shadows.  Remember how your pulse raced as your mind was wiped clean, but Mama's voice still rang from your bones as you did otherwise.  Or, rather, as it was done to you...

     Limp arms relinquished the rights to your body.  Closed lips and muffled moans translated perfectly to "Yes".  Tilting your head back, you've eaten the forbidden fruit without biting...without chewing...yet vividly tasting.  Closing your eyes, you stared into the heavens as the morsel swirled in your mouth, slid down your throat and warmed your belly.  It felt good, remember?  You couldn't stop shaking, yet you couldn't awaken from the living dream sliding up your shirt...down your pants...around your waist.

     Remember the first time you wanted to run away?  Revisit the betrayal as your legs does the opposite and walk closer.  Remember how wrong it felt to do what was right.  The seductive grip tightens, saving you from having to make a choice.  Laying you down, the choice was made for you.  Kissing your inexperienced flesh from head to toe, the choice was made for you.  Removing that last, silky garment standing between innocence and nudity, "Yes," was spoken for you. 

Reach back with me...

Should Beauty Take A Backseat?

     A fellow blogger, Cogent Ascending, recently wrote an article that really made me think.  In a post titled, "A Matter of Taste," he questions the maturity of his criteria for choosing bed mates.  Furthermore, he challenges his tendacy to limit the romantic possibilities of the intelligent, interesting men who lacks physical attractiveness.  The following quote is an abridged version of his article, you can find the full, unedited post on his self titled blog.

     In my slowly declining attempts to pursue other men on a romantic level, I come across certain people from time to time that are interesting or with whom there is a spark of chemistry.  If I am extremely lucky, and as happens only every once in a great while, these people pass what I think of as an internal litmus test for becoming potential bed mates. 

Clean Finger Nails

Good Clean Teeth

Sweet Smelling Breath

 A natural scent which compels me to explore further.

No Gut

 No Man Breasts

 More or less, someone who looks no less attractive physically than I do myself.

preferably, a man without a micro-penis.

     I have a practice of making the really intelligent and interesting ones who lack sorely in the looks department just friends.  I have been told this is an immature approach to seeking a romantic bond with another person, that looks will eventually fade even from the most attractive suitors and that in the end all that remains will be the conversations and that original chemical spark.

Is good sex only for the beautiful?

     Although the tired saying, "It's the insides that count", does ring true.  I think, the aforementioned attributes are actually indicators of something deeper, in spite of their vain delivery.  Have you ever stopped to think about why we're attracted to certain physical appearances?  Arousal is naturally occurring, but there are also mental impressions attached to certain characteristics.

     Manicured hands and nice teeth can be symbols of something beyond beauty.  When he flashes that pretty smile at him, his conscious minds says, "Look at those white, bright, sexy teeth!"  However, his subconscious mind could be saying, "Look at that commitment!  He looks like he bushes three times a day with regular trips to the dentist!"  He could also further assume that he tends to his other responsibilities equally as well.
      Not to underrate intelligence and other immaterial qualities, but isn't the physical body the proof in the pudding?  Could six-pack abs and well defined muscles be evidence of discipline?  Could great hair express his attention to detail?  If you think about, many of the features we praise and drool over are direct manifestations of health and virility.
     Should beauty be placed on the back burner?  I think not.  If we can become more conscious of why we find beautiful, I think it will shed new light on what we are really looking for in a partner.  By being aware of the deeper indications of our arousal, we can the discern the difference between eye candy and compatibility.

"Seperation" by Erwin Olaf

     I love the premise of fetishists living normal lives, is there anything more true?  These photos are actually stills from a film by Erwin Olaf.  My interpretation of this work: Olaf is displaying the thin line between fetish and culture.  Think about it.  In our modern world, so many things are considered commonplace today that at one time were considered to be very kinky. 

Love, simplicity and innocence can co-exist in a fetishist world.

Adultery: What's the Big Deal?

     They’re calling it a P.R. disaster…A crisis…The Story of the Year. I’m referring to the ‘scandal’ involving Tiger Woods and his adulterous affair with a cocktail waitress. Watching the amount of news coverage and the rapid updates, I can’t help but wonder: What’s the big deal? He’s a professional athlete that cheated on his wife, that doesn’t surprise me in the least bit; even if it is squeaky clean, he’s young, handsome and a millionaire. Remember Kobe?
     Gatorade, Nike and Gillette have unanimously decided to keep their endorsement deals intact. He was fined a whopping $164 for running over the fire hydrant. Am I the only one that thinks this is blown way out of proportion? Don’t we have more important matters to care about? The real scandal in my book: what kind of wife would risk the fall of their empire over some side lovin’? She should’ve sucked it up and dealt with it in a more private way. Extra-marital affairs should be expected and facilitated properly. Now he’s giving public apologies and everyone is weighing in on CNN. And I still fail to see what this has to do with golf.
     In the December issue of Details Magazine, they’ve conducted a study providing some statistics about infidelity and marriage. According to their study, 44% of marriages have at least one spouse who has admitted to have had an affair; keep in mind, there’s still the third variable of the couples pleading the fifth. They have also found that 31% of these marriages have lasted after the infidelity has been discovered. I gather from this study: (1) Adultery happens; it’s occurs more often than not, (2) Adultery isn’t the end of the world. The relationships that I have seen last a lifetime, have all had rough patches where someone wasn’t playing fair. Those durable, old fashioned relationships where they truly believed in “until death do us part”; regardless of the bullshit, they stuck together. (They don’t make ‘em like that anymore.)
     My take: I think there is too much of an emphasis on sexual fidelity, which leaves other levels of loyalty underrated. What about emotional fidelity? What about professional and financial fidelity? In spite of sneaking around with another woman, I think it’s abundantly clear where his allegiance lie. They have a joint bank account, giving her access to millions. When he could’ve chosen anyone in the world, he selected her to be his bride and to share his dynasty. Whether their relationship succeeds or fails, he is still forever linked to her financially, emotionally and paternally. Remember Nas and Kelis? That’s a commitment!
     I think there is way too much of our self-worth wrapped up in relationships. Maybe I’m wrong, but I believe an individual’s value is completely independent of his spouse’s fidelity. I think that’s where the sting of betrayal kicks in; we feel that our partner’s satisfaction is a direct reflection of our contribution. From my perspective, we all need to lighten up and not take it so personally. Hopefully, one sweet day, we could finally be honest with one another about our appetites for…something else. A fact of life: sex and love are famous for parting ways; get over it.

On another note:

Why is it such an abomination for Chris Brown to do what he did, but it’s okay for Mrs. Woods to go upside Tiger’s head with a nine iron?