Friday, October 05, 2007

KINKED PENIS

Circumcision is a way of life for many cultures. I remember when this supposedly common, routine procedure was performed on my first born son. I cringed and cowered in the hallway listening to him cry as he was strapped down to the little papoose board. The procedure lasted only minutes, and he was healed within days. I wish I could say the same for one little boy in upper Egypt who wasn't so lucky.

I can't imagine the consequences of a badly performed circumcision in Western civilization, let alone in a developing area of the middle east. I can barely look at these pictures (posted below this post) without wanting to wrap my arms around my own sons knowing how grateful I am that we live where we do and knowing that their male sexuality has not had to suffer such a heavy blow as this poor little guy. I don't know, maybe it is different over there and he (the little boy) will not have any hang ups, but I do wonder about the long term affects of it all. Will he be able to perform, sexually? Will he clearly remember what he used to look like? Does it hurt still, and will it always hurt him? Will there be a possibility of future infections? Does his culture look down on this 'flaw' and judge him unworthy? Will it lower his value as a potential mate or husband? Maybe these are ridiculous questions to wonder about, but after seeing these pictures...I really felt for this little guy and really hope that he has a blessed life after going through something so traumatic.

At one time, I had an unidentifiable growth on my right labia that had to be removed and biopsied. It was painful, large and embarrassing for me. I thought that something was wrong and it did affect my sexuality to a certain degree....there is still a scar that I can see, but since this event occurred as an adult, I was able to mentally overcome the ramifications to my self image. Of course, having someone between my legs, lapping me up with gusto and admiring the beauty of my inner flower helped me get over any embarrassment that I was experiencing after the ordeal, but hell, having someone between my legs has always helped me in more ways than one!

Our sexuality is a joy....and for this little boy, I hope when he matures, his sexuality is not so adversely affected that he is unable to experience all the wonderment that can be had between lovers.




Monday, October 01, 2007

Erotic Art




I love erotic art…I can’t help it. I am a junkie when it comes right down do it; a voyeur in the best of ways. Erotic art is a turn on for me no matter how I look at it (upside down, on my back, standing on my head), it is a subject to fuel my fires for days at a time. Now, the difference between erotic and pornographic is a slippery one. Porn picks me up and dumps me right into the sexual act, but erotic art is more like foreplay, a visual vibrator that creates and builds the sexual tension within my mind.

When I saw Robert Lombarte's "Cops and Robbers" piece for the first time, I felt the first stirrings of my kinky vibrations.I realized that there was a longing in me to play with this aspect of my nature. Come to find out, I have an insatiable appetite for the restrained teasing game, but I wasn’t able to act out on it for years. I am sure that given enough time, I would have eventually identified this interest of mine, but his piece helped me to see my longing despite it's 'tame' nature.

Art is like that. This is the purpose of Art: to provoke and provide visual food for longings, feelings, and other indescribable states of being. How many times have we responded to a piece of art and have not been able to put our reaction into words? It is part of the creative mystery, and when it comes to sexuality, there is something so primal at times, it defies words.

The wonderful thing about it all….art is subjective for every person, there is something for everyone. What does it for me, may or may not do it for you, but I guarantee that something out there does do it for you…so go explore your creative sexual nature and get back to me. Tell me what you find and why you like it…I am listening and who knows, your stuff may just turn me on too and then we will have something in common; a nice start to a long friendship.