I can see how sexy ladies gain the power to get a man of her choosing. But I suspect that’s not what they mean. So I asked: What sort of power is that, exactly?
The answers goes something like this: Read the rest of this entry
A man asked me that question when I made a distinction between “sex object” and “sexy.”
Sexual objectification isn’t about being sexy or sexual so much as being sexy for someone else while you don’t matter. Read the rest of this entry
Many young women think that the most important thing is to be hot. And in a very narrow way.
It’s no wonder. They’re bombarded by narrowly sexy images.
Go to Google Images and type “sexy images” or “sexy fantasies.” About 99% of the pics will be of women.
What? Men aren’t sexy?
And why do they all look alike. Isn’t variety the spice of life?
Go to Las Vegas and take a look at the billboards. About 99% will be sexy ladies. Read the rest of this entry
For me it’s about seeking approval… the most fun and exciting and ego gratifying times in my life have been when I have embraced it and danced with it.
This reminded me of a woman who said (more like complained) that her guy seemed to get an ego-boost whenever a woman he ogled noticed him.
So I’m wondering why this is. Read the rest of this entry
We rejoice at Caitlyn Jenner’s courage and happiness as she transitions, bodily, to womanhood.
Ms. Jenner poses in skintight dresses, a cinched black lace corset and two different gold evening gowns … She lounges on a sofa, peers into mirrors or reclines with her head thrown back, eyes closed… (appearing) languid and glamorous, her body still and on display rather than performing any activity…
This seems less the liberation of a true self than a reminder of the straitjacket requirements of acceptable, desirable womanhood.
I thought that with cleavage came power. But as my cleavage amassed, I found the opposite to be true. My ample cups seemed to hint at certain unpleasant possibilities. Like, maybe I was dumb. Maybe I was slutty. Maybe I liked it when people gawked at my breasts, and when the guy driving that van rolled down the window to say “nice tits, love” as I walked past in my school uniform.
I know women find fit men sexy, but I believe that is the wrong word in a way. If a woman can’t cum from just looking at the male body, then I don’t see that as sexy. Sexy to me means you’re deserving of someone’s desire or orgasm. Most guys are oblivious to the fact that most girls don’t get that aroused from looking at their abs, muscles and penis.
Be careful what you wish for. Read the rest of this entry