@kacigoff
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Wiser men than me have said that you should never meet your heroes…
Truer words have seldom been uttered (though it should be noted for posterity that being wiser than yours truly is not a particularly staggering test to meet).
The temptation is so strong though, isn't it? Whether we abide in a thriving metropolis or some forsaken small town, when we set foot beyond our own threshold, we're mired in mediocrity, mendacity and a kind of bleak sameness that is enforced by the dreary status quo, with every breath, wherever we go. And so it is only natural that we want to be closer to our heroes, to touch the hem of the skirt of those special few who seem above, beyond and somehow separate from the morass of common everyday reality.
And our heroes, well… be they vagabond or rock star, poet or athlete, philosopher or artist - whether they have worn a uniform or not, our heroes have always promised us an escape from all that, or at the very least they have embodied the precious illusion that an escape is possible at all. They symbolize that shard of a chance that we can steer our lives out of the desert of society's expectations and blaze our own trail - whether to a fiery end or to a fortress of solitude.
However, to actually meet the hero can sometimes deepen that old, familiar despair to unfathomable new depths. All too often, the reward for such an encounter is to learn that, in actuality, your idol shits, bleeds, fucks and decays just. like. you.
Some of us survive that revelation… expectations long since tempered by cruel experience. I for one prefer to avoid that cast of the dice altogether these days.
Jaded, jaundiced and damnably cynical as this view may be, one look at Kacigoff and suddenly the thought occurs, certainly our heroes will always let us down, but perhaps our heroines might not?
That's what Suicide Girls has always been for me, visions of a future not too far removed from our own, one where individuality and bravery are held up as the true ideals of beauty. Women so fiercely unafraid to bare it all, that it is the viewer who ends up feeling like he is the naked one, not the pin-up paragon of coolness that he covets/worships/desires/(all of the above).
I used to think it was pure escapism and lechery that drew me to SG and maybe it was, but it is a twisted sense of hope that keeps me here. Kacigoff represents that optimism as well as anyone on here… which his exactly why she needs to go from 'hopeful' to full-on Suicide Girl or there is no justice in this world (or no justice on this website at the very least).
Lotus seeds from the Indian sub-continent have flowered and flourished in the Southern Californian soil and now we're all blessed with a beauty that is both timeless and exotic, classic and exhilarating. The appeal of this Desi-Delight is more than just skin-deep however; she's as well rounded as anybody on this site. Her tastes are as diverse as her ethnic background and her chosen mode of artistic expression is culinary… frankly, the only pics that are anywhere near as enticing as her dark eyes or lithe, enticing figure are those of the dishes she creates.
Here is a woman who could eke out a living being professionally pretty, one way or another, but instead, she's awake to her ambitions and living them - that's the trait that all my heroes share(d)… they were all too blessedly stupid to give up and stay down, but with Kacigoff, it doesn't seem like heroic foolishness, it reads like wisdom beyond her years.
I'm done with my heroes and they are done with me. As for my heroines? Well… a few more like Kacigoff and my day might just be saved after all.
