It's Hard to be Humble When You Look This Good Naked, but It's Hard to be Proud When Your Soul is this Ill-Formed

More followers!  Thank you, thank you.  I will try to remain interesting to the best of my ability.  I'm not sure how good my ability to remain interesting is, but it's really the most I can offer.

One of the things I didn't expect when my sister suggested I get on-line with her on a sex chat site she found to be quite fun was that amidst the flurry of run-of-the-mill perverts, 13 year-old boys pretending to be adults, adult males pretending to be thirteen year-old girls, and assorted another obnoxious characters, I would find some genuinely interesting and thought-provoking conversationalists.

But, Lo, I have.

More than one, too.

One of them in particular said something in general room chat one day that really caused me to stop and think.  I will paraphrase, because my memory is not perfect, but I will close, because my memory is excellent.  "I don't understand," A.S. said, "why women prefer exposing their innermost psychology to showing their boobs."

I was jarred by that, but quickly realized the truth in what she said.  I know a lot of women who will talk openly about their baggage and traumas and the wounds of their heart.  I know very few women who show off their nipples at parties or their vaginas at the library.  This seems pretty common sense and obvious.

But what A. S. was getting me to think about was, "Why is that the case?"  Surely our thoughts and emotions, our inner monologue and our spiritual vulnerabilities need more protection than the crease between our ass cheeks.

And suddenly I agreed with A. S. that it's a strange phenomenon, and I also understood why I am more comfortable showing the world a picture of me being spunky and curious in a towel than of showing me looking damn terrified and weak.

The more I thought about, the more I also began to see some truth in the old psychology that many of us act out in order to protect ourselves.  That never quite clicked with me, and I'm still not entirely sold on its universal applicability.  Yet, if it makes no sense that so many women would rather protect their external modesty than their internal, perhaps the reason that some of us are so flagrant about lacking external modesty is the hope that people will be distracted by that enough to leave our internal parts alone.  That seems almost too pat and too perfect, so my instinct is to doubt it.

Still, I would rather show you my finger inside myself than tell you about my childhood.

Not that I intend to do either.

Pervert.

My Philosophy of Sex, Part 1

My husband and I have tried to have a rule that we don't use eachother as sex toys to work of horniness caused by someone else.  If we're super horny over someone, we masturbate.  We don't use eachother as substitutes.

My Philosophy of Art 01

Art does not need to be beautiful.  It can be very ugly.  It can be frightening.  What art does need to be, though, is visually compelling.  For whatever reason, people have to look at it, and they have to look at it long enough to think about what you're trying to say or express.

Followers What?

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Dance the Dance of Dancing Dancers like You've Never Danced Before, Dancer

So basically I created this blog so I could follow my sister's blog, Mind-Slut, which is filled with her intense and crazy erotic fantasies. If you just for some reason stumbled on my blog, go check hers out, if you're 18+ and into that sort of thing.

But this blog looked stupid without an entry on it, so here you go. Consider this an entry.


If you'd like to see more entries like this, I do accept both checks and credit cards.