Aspect of beauty
An intellectual missive
I have been going through some parts of my past, and my present, perhaps my future. I find myself writing this in the dead of night. I can hear the crickets singing over my television and once again I am presented with Alec Baldwin in a commercial where he is dragged away by a woman who is definitely not in his league.
I digress; I am choosing to write this because my mind is filled with thoughts of romance and beauty. I miss my wife to be terribly and it confuses me as to why that does not motivate me like it should. I find peace in writing, and perhaps I will find my answers in this.
I am finding it increasingly irritating what the vision of beauty is in this world. That more and more we seek to reveal more skin, more flesh for the hungry masses. You all seem to lack a true understanding of temptation of appreciate the blissful curve of a woman, or the confident figure of a male, or a mixture of the two if you wish.
I find it strange that men and women cannot seem to accept their other half as being plump, overweight, or even that delightful curviness a warm body a woman can have, without them being the most sexually depraved creatures. Larger men are portrayed as pedophiles, cheating husbands, slavers, Sick perverted teachers, the list goes on. Women who are larger are treated as old whores, or pigs, or simple trash.
Granted, there are those who appreciate warmth in body, who think like I do. This missive is not to persecute or bolster activism. It is simply a sharing of my opinion, a poetic justice to my thoughts. For all I know, my words may end up being me reading too much in what I see, and not accepting the fact that the wallpaper is simply…blue. Those who do not understand that phrase should go look at some blue wallpaper, and stare really hard at it until they figure out that they have so little imagination, that they are looking at blue wallpaper, just because I told them to.
Men seem to have so little view of anticipation sometimes; they’d rather have their woman or man walk around naked in the house then see the beauty of them wearing a lovely outfit. Women…real women, don’t put on makeup and a nice dress to be pretty, they put it all on to accent the beauty that they already have. Men put on leather jackets because it makes them look bad ass and women want to be with the men with the leather jackets so they can unzip them and run their hands over their very warm and inviting chest. To those that this doesn’t apply to, have you no romance?
I’ve seen many men in malls with their girlfriends or wives or boy toys walking with such boredom and disdain and I pity them. What these men fail to realize is that their better halves are not only shopping for themselves, but for You! They want you there so you can give input on a shirt or a pair of pants because they want to look sexy or beautiful for you. They don’t want you there to catch you drooling over some other chick who’s wearing something trashy. If you are one of those men who don’t listen to their spouses and instead ogles the 13 year old wearing the child’s equivalent to a stripper’s outfit. I hope you enjoy getting beaten by his/her handbag. I on the other hand get to go home and see my girl put on a very sexy pair of teal panties.
That previous remark to the 13 year old is my view on shows like Dance moms and the very IDEA of child pageants. Little girls should not look like strippers…plain and simple. They shouldn’t be wearing several pounds of makeup and know how much a diamond encrusted TIARA costs. I give respect to those little girls that chose of their own free will, they have more confidence in themselves than most fashion models today. But it’s those parents who force their little kids to take diet pills and get breast implants…STOP LIVING THROUGH YOUR CHILDREN.
Supermodels….now granted, I have watched some fashion related shows and I know there are good people in the fashion industry. I have nothing against them. I just feel that we are providing a rather false view of beauty. Women are being portrayed skinnier and skinnier every year. What ever happened to the word Voluptuous? If I can see your pelvic bones, you are not voluptuous. Male fashion models have less and less hair, I’m waiting for one of them to be balled without eyebrows walking on to the stage. I mean Sean Connery, James Bond in his day, women drooled over him and he had a shag carpet on his chest.
My point is we should accept our own individual preferences instead of living life based on stereotypes. I mean hell; I shave Mr. Happy regularly because I know it makes my girl happy. When she’s happy, she plays with Mr. Happy, sometimes even gives him kisses. Mr. Happy likes kisses….
I know most men think all about sex and those that don’t are probably dead. I firmly believe that the successful unions of love and heart are those that know that anticipation means. Why have your girl or guy just walk around naked and sagging when they can be in a tight pair of jeans, or a lovely dress…a leather corset and stilettos. For all the cavemen reading this, I know its hard. Think of it this way, clothing is a form of gift wrap. You can either rip it off her to get to the present, or peel each little piece away, or make every gift revealed worth something…
Either way, clothing adds mystery and anticipation. It makes the passion so much sweeter. You know this, deep down. Its why you go to strip clubs, and its why strip poker was invented.
So when you go shopping for the summer, forget the dental floss bikini, go for the one piece, the really sexy ones are like corsets you can swim in. think about it when your lovely woman puts on blood red lipstick, and realize just how much you want to kiss her at that moment. How it makes her blue eyes glow and you ache to see them look up at you as she rests on her knees before you. How it makes her skin look milky soft that you want to taste every inch of her. The moral: Love and anticipation, go hand in hand. Even though this world is building more and more on sex, men deep down hunger for the slow reveal, all you need to do is embrace it.