Let's talk about it
Sex is dirty, when done properly....
Couple of years ago, Jessica and myself used to contribute to a site dedicated to sexual phobias. Most of the writers were female and engaged in general conversations related to sexual perversions & sexual phobias. I was the lonely wolf willing to speak and write about men's phobias in particular, and on a very personal level. I remember breaking the holiest of taboo when i wrote a piece on men and masturbation.....(something which is not considered a phobia but certainly a perversion by many) we soon got flooded with nasty messages and mails from men mostly, who accused me of being a nasty retarded teenager with a huge stash of porn and not enough access to pussy...but also an equally considerable amount of mails from girls & women who failed from their trees by discovering through my writing that, almost every man of age and social condition, were in fact masturbating, whatever access or non access to real pussy they may have. I was equally surprised by women level of sheer ignorance in regard to male sexuality. They had to know that most men, married, single or not, engaged in the ritual of solitary satisfaction, but since i found that most men wouldn't engage the subject by reason of fear, shame or both, i wasn't surprised after all, with women ignorance towards a very mainstream practice among the male population. Soon enough i was receiving a daily large amount of mails from women and girls who were eager to discuss issues related to male sexuality, issues that most of male wouldn't discuss with them. You have to understand that behind the mask of tough pussy talks, men are actually very insecure and uncomfortable at discussing sexuality, especially their own. They will go on talking for hours about their performances, the size and shape of their god-penis, and the number of victims who felt under that very same god-penis, but set that aside, they will reluctantly engage in serious conversations on sexual issues.
Man functions on the most primitive level, he doesn't need much to be turned on, and even less to get off. I remember feeling like an absolute weirdo when realizing at a very early stage of my teenage hood, that i wasn't like most of my friends. My personal psycho-sexual mechanism was responding to the equation it was supposed to follow. I found more gratificating looking at women's ankle, legs & feet, than peeking through those cleavages that my friends relished at. I recall my initial shock after having mentioned it to my mother, with whom i had an absolute & total freedom of conversation in regard to sexual issues, after she replied to me, "well, you must have a foot fetish...". I was bout 13 year old and the perspective of being an abnormal young boy who got turned on such depraved fashion was a terrific realization at the time (for about a couple of weeks....) until i finally realized that it was possible to join the "utile a l'agreable...", and subsequently fully assuming that particular & exotic deviant aspect of my inner self.
A suivre.....
