This is terrible. I haven't updated in sucha long time, and I've been atempting to get down to mailing one of the many nude photosets I have, but for some reason, there's always a little something wrong with them. Too blurry, not enough nude shots, ugh. And the internet connection at my new place sucked.
Well, it sucked, then it disappeared. I suppose the neighbours got sick of us leeching off their boradband.
Anyway, I'm writing for FHM in Singapore now, which isn't much, but it allows me to publish absolute bullshite...
I won't bother letting you read the bullshit, it's really pointless, but its FHM, so what the hell. I'll leave you with this essay on Body Respect
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Among the tons of bullshit Ive been slagged off with the last couple of years every since I decided I was going to have all the sex I wanted with anyone I wished, anywhere and when I desired and in whatever circumstance; from an intimate tete a tete in the bedroom to a full blown orgy by the tourist boats of Clarke Quay, the most ridiculous one Ive had up to date is about how Im not treating my body with respect.
I certainly dont know what treating my body with respect should entail, but Im certain that it isnt the same as treating another individual with respect, where you acknowledge her rights as a human being and avoid offending her by responding decently. What I do know is how I should treat myself decently so that I do no get hurt more then is necessary. We have to agree though that because pain is sometimes an obligation for a full life and we cannot live within a constant state of timidity.
Who do these quasi-spiritual charlatans think they are, to presume that Im not treating my body with respect, and then to believe they are so smart, right and morally correct to have the right to tell me that I wasnt. It personally doesnt affect me much of course, aside from riling me up with the thought that brains do get wasted, and some people actually allow that part of their bodies to get dusty and caught up in spider webs of unfettered social beliefs.
There is no reason for me, or for that matter, anyone, to listen to the advices on how we should use our bodies. Much less, people that never knew where their vaginas were until they visited the gynaecologist. And even then, only after they were referred to by the Social Development Unit as a last resort after countless complains of infertility, and an exasperating case of haemorrhoids. (They couldnt bear the thought of taking off their panties in front of someone they werent married to, you see. The pussy is after all such a sacred body part that only the man that hath given the woman a big fat Cartier diamond ring may peek at pussy of said woman occasionally.)
I treat my body with more respect than most people do. I like feeling the way its capable of behaving and I love being aware of my muscles and bones and their abilities. Its one of the reasons why I enjoy running and will always walk instead of sit on my ass in a moving tin can. Most of these people cant even bring themselves to appreciate the day to day things that their body has been capable of doing since they learnt to walk. Scarcely a wonder they wouldnt be comfortable with sex. Im absolutely convinced that they are either too lazy or too uncomfortable with themselves to bear experiencing erotic sensation. Its the same reason why fat, lazy people constantly tell me running is bad for my knees and that swimming will turn me into a broad-shouldered dyke.
Honestly, I dont see the need to treat your body like it is a sacred temple, because it isnt. At the end of the day, that thing you live in is made from ashes and will return to ashes and that is really all that it is ever going to be. Just as how it is silly to spend copious amounts of money on purchasing and running an expensive car, it is silly to do the same for your own body; constantly worrying about it and what you can or cannot do with it. Youll never enjoy it for what its worth that way, and youll end up living for it, instead of having it work for you. Which is the reason why you have it in the first damn place. Of course Im not encouraging you to wreck it, but no one is forcing you to drive your dads BMW without having first learnt how to. And I am certainly not daring you to sleep around irresponsibly, as I will not dare to suggest you start driving drunk. The body isnt a sacred thing, it exists to please the soul through the experience of sensory delight. And just as how it is silly to hire someone and not utilize their talents, it is even more stupid to refuse the body its purpose.
Well, it sucked, then it disappeared. I suppose the neighbours got sick of us leeching off their boradband.
Anyway, I'm writing for FHM in Singapore now, which isn't much, but it allows me to publish absolute bullshite...
I won't bother letting you read the bullshit, it's really pointless, but its FHM, so what the hell. I'll leave you with this essay on Body Respect
***
Among the tons of bullshit Ive been slagged off with the last couple of years every since I decided I was going to have all the sex I wanted with anyone I wished, anywhere and when I desired and in whatever circumstance; from an intimate tete a tete in the bedroom to a full blown orgy by the tourist boats of Clarke Quay, the most ridiculous one Ive had up to date is about how Im not treating my body with respect.
I certainly dont know what treating my body with respect should entail, but Im certain that it isnt the same as treating another individual with respect, where you acknowledge her rights as a human being and avoid offending her by responding decently. What I do know is how I should treat myself decently so that I do no get hurt more then is necessary. We have to agree though that because pain is sometimes an obligation for a full life and we cannot live within a constant state of timidity.
Who do these quasi-spiritual charlatans think they are, to presume that Im not treating my body with respect, and then to believe they are so smart, right and morally correct to have the right to tell me that I wasnt. It personally doesnt affect me much of course, aside from riling me up with the thought that brains do get wasted, and some people actually allow that part of their bodies to get dusty and caught up in spider webs of unfettered social beliefs.
There is no reason for me, or for that matter, anyone, to listen to the advices on how we should use our bodies. Much less, people that never knew where their vaginas were until they visited the gynaecologist. And even then, only after they were referred to by the Social Development Unit as a last resort after countless complains of infertility, and an exasperating case of haemorrhoids. (They couldnt bear the thought of taking off their panties in front of someone they werent married to, you see. The pussy is after all such a sacred body part that only the man that hath given the woman a big fat Cartier diamond ring may peek at pussy of said woman occasionally.)
I treat my body with more respect than most people do. I like feeling the way its capable of behaving and I love being aware of my muscles and bones and their abilities. Its one of the reasons why I enjoy running and will always walk instead of sit on my ass in a moving tin can. Most of these people cant even bring themselves to appreciate the day to day things that their body has been capable of doing since they learnt to walk. Scarcely a wonder they wouldnt be comfortable with sex. Im absolutely convinced that they are either too lazy or too uncomfortable with themselves to bear experiencing erotic sensation. Its the same reason why fat, lazy people constantly tell me running is bad for my knees and that swimming will turn me into a broad-shouldered dyke.
Honestly, I dont see the need to treat your body like it is a sacred temple, because it isnt. At the end of the day, that thing you live in is made from ashes and will return to ashes and that is really all that it is ever going to be. Just as how it is silly to spend copious amounts of money on purchasing and running an expensive car, it is silly to do the same for your own body; constantly worrying about it and what you can or cannot do with it. Youll never enjoy it for what its worth that way, and youll end up living for it, instead of having it work for you. Which is the reason why you have it in the first damn place. Of course Im not encouraging you to wreck it, but no one is forcing you to drive your dads BMW without having first learnt how to. And I am certainly not daring you to sleep around irresponsibly, as I will not dare to suggest you start driving drunk. The body isnt a sacred thing, it exists to please the soul through the experience of sensory delight. And just as how it is silly to hire someone and not utilize their talents, it is even more stupid to refuse the body its purpose.
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jnthn:
you can probably infer that most people mean treat your mind with respect, they're not looking out for your body at all. I'm sure eating loads of preservatives and hormone-infused animal products is more disrespectful than any safe sex could be...and harmful, yet hedonistic eaters put all worry aside when staring down a filet. most people aren't emotionally advanced the way you appear to be and as much as they try to convince themselves otherwise, they form distorted connections to the sex act rather than just enjoying it and walking away with a smile.
masquerade:
FHM, huh? Well, fluff can be fun, too.