I have found, as of late, so much insight (& balloon busting emotional calibration) by listening in on pagan men's point of view / choices therein as it pertains to what they actually do with their sex organs and why. To be more specific, gay porn stars and their careers (full-time or side hustle) therein.
You might find yourself befuddled over such an investment in my time, but there's no doubt, that for me, hearing these tales - directly from the horses' mouths - rattles me to the core (in a very productive way). And this rattling effectively vaporizes the shrink-wrapped veneer that boyRob so easily / reflexively applies to smut. A veneer that I habitually use to qualify its consumption as worthwhile.
Regarding straight porn, there's tremendous exploitation of the females who model for that explicit content. That's obvious to everyone. But with gay porn, there's much less of that. Instead, what you'll find is so many of these men are simple deeply, deeply wounded psychologically (whether gay for pay or not), and as such, their tremendously destructive actions ("art" imitating life) are then put on full display (for a small fee).
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Let me return to this notion of shrink-wrapping smut. For it's been a real problem of mine for too long.
I'm an architect. Drawing / painting / sculpture are kissing cousins to designing buildings. For well-designed buildings are a 4-D solidification of space using all the same tools one might use via drawing / painting / sculpture. Therefore, composition is key (light, shadow, texture, proportion, and on and on).
And this absolutely starts with the human figure. For an artist begins his understanding of composition there.
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My wife and two of my three daughters are returning from Paris today. Having spent a few months backpacking throughout eleven countries in Europe during the summer of '94, I had no desire to accompany them on this first-time ever to Europe Spring Break trek. Europeans have a very different relationship to the human form than we Americans do, and that's - for better or worse - the result of our Puritanical roots.
Nonetheless, if you've ever had the opportunity to draw a nude model, you know that salaciousness quickly flies out the window as you're attempting to honor those few raw moments (with either charcoal, pencil, brush in hand).
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One Valentine's Day (I believe it was around 2008), I gifted my sweet wife, Angie, a coffee table photo book of male models (95% of the content was explicit) posing as blue-collar Aussie blokes. I did this in sincerity as a means to invite her into a "shared appreciation".
Boy, did that not go over well.
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As much as I can't, in all honesty, recommend this same de-veneering approach to the "general public", if your boyself is as stubbornly blind as mine is AND you have any semblance of an artistic eye, it may be that taking steps to lift the skirt of those you've come to worship / elevate may be the very thing that removes you too from the recovery plateau that you can't seem to easily shake.
But be forewarned. Much of what you'll hear will break your heart into pieces.
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